time ago that I never leave home. I know I run over, or attack me, or I'll bite a dog.
But I know that something bad will happen if I leave my four cozy walls painted green.
all started about two years ago. One day I woke up and refused to leave the blankets. Mom pulled and pulled on me, but I was so frightened by everything that I could not even move. I took the food to bed and ate little. I was afraid that he was poisoned, although the rational part of me knew it was impossible, that my mother loves me and never would hurt me. But something superior to me insisted that I was going to poison that would kill me. I tried to ignore. Just made it.
After school, my friends came to see me.
- What are you feeling? "Asked over and over again.
And I said that well, I only had found little wrong when I woke up and that's why I had stayed home. I looked worried, and took my temperature putting his hand on his forehead. I got scared and pulled away his hand sharply. They came back at me, but this time scared.
"I do not toques." But ... he said, approaching me.
- I said do not touch me! "Screamed" And do not say my name!
They left. I lay on the pillow, crying. I had lost my friends.
were passing day and with them the semanas y los meses.
Llegó un momento en el que para leer me ponía unos guantes de lana, porque tenía miedo de cortarme y morir desangrada.Y vinieron varios psicólogos.
-No puedo hacer nada-decían todos-. No quiere colaborar.
¿Cómo que no? Yo quiero curarme. Quiero volver a salir a la calle sin miedo. No me gusta estar encerrada como una idiota.
No salía ya casi de mi habitación. Tenía miedo a todo. Pensaba que todos iban a atacarme, aunque en el fondo sabía que no era para tanto. La gente no tenía razones para matarme.
Fue pasando el tiempo, y mi miedo not disappear. He was not even went to the wedding of my sister Mireya.
But nevertheless, there are times that I get for a minutos.Voy to take one of those moments to complete once.
I love you, mom. I love you, Dad. I love you, Mireya. I can not live like this. I'm really sorry. Farewell. Ania
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After writing the letter, I go to the window. I always get scared, but soon becomes the rational fear of death. Mind away from my thoughts. I get quickly to the ledge, and just then mom comes another psychologist. Wasted.
- What are you doing! "" Screaming, scared.
I turn and look at her with tears in his eyes. I extend my arms and dismissal of the world. Fear struck me, but I decide to ignore it. Only one step and all my fear no avail. At last I can be happy. I close my eyes and let myself fall into the void. I am very quiet. The fears do not overlook. Do not want to die with me. Smile for me. Cowards. After spoil my life, go away and leave me with honey on the lips of how my life would have been without them. But no regrets. It was my decision. Although now I flinch, I could not do anything.
I like this feeling. The wind caressing my face is a beautiful way to say goodbye to the world.
long as the soil comes to me at full speed, I hear my mother screaming my name. I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm going to die.
The soil is less than a meter from me. He smiled sadly, and when it hits the ground and noticed my bones broken, I think,
'I would have liked to live. "
My heart stops, and while people crowded around me, gradually disappear in a dark haze.
-bye. -----------------------------------------------
This is a story that occurred to me one day that he was angry with my mother. There's nothing special apart from So, I was not depressed or anything (I say this because several people have asked me if I was as soon as they read). The truth is that I wrote a lot, so the style is not as neat as I would like, but hopefully better. Hope you like it ^ ^.
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