visiting my grandmother after the death of my grandfather. had found the true face to face death again. My mother packed my clothes, I did nothing at the moment, he told me to count for something, should entertain my grandmother lost her house in the woods. no object I had nothing better to do. life and their returns. watching the road, outside the city, the countryside, the forest in search of a feeling, I found nothing, this semi dead life. no matter how hard I tried, my heart beat again. I arrived and saw that old woman standing in front of me, I've brought enough, I immunized both that face of utter sadness caused nothing on me. I hate everything and not recently, that hatred organic, natural, growing inside me. I taught my room. a single bed, a desk, a closet, a window was all I had and everything I needed. vi lush forest before me, I felt something good in my chest, had won again, I could raise my arms in triumph, nothing mattered, complete freedom from any liability relevant. that evening we ate in silence. I sure was not any help, my grandfather was dead, her husband of 50 years had been replaced by a fool not to be and consume more. smiled at my grandmother as a sign of mockery, he understood perfectly what was happening, my mother had sent me to avenge his childhood, I was the tool of torture. smiled at my grandmother in my eyes that she was led into my mouth a sneer, in my mind an evil social parasite known as a family. GO! shouted all in me, was my victim and was just beginning. I did not realize yet, even though he knew the rules under which it operates worldwide. I have a heart of stone, but I'm far from being the culprit. I have withered heart, but it was just coincidence, I met with these bastards, my soul is rotten, withered my spirit has nothing to do. mere chance that we met, I was not meant for this world or perhaps yes, perhaps the ultimate product of the circumstances, who knows. all I know is that she was my grandmother and I went there I was and, to terminal madness, thought to kill two birds with one stone, thought exhaust the two, I was aware of this and did not want to please them, but they used my nature to stop with my grandmother and knew they could not last long.
'm good for nothing, I know. spent the night in the dark playing with the idea. lying in my room in the house of the forest. ok, I said, ok. asleep and dreaming with the parade of people he had met during my life. that horror, that sucks. horrible nightmare impossible to occur. looked closely at the circumstances, drove me crazy. with my grandmother on my side, giving to life, slowly killing each other, human waste. there was nothing to do. everything was over. I, I, I thought of the darkness and natural programming collapsing under the evidence. we spent there as flatulence. never lace, was now used. his eyes filled with misery, I would have liked to provoke something in me. I am alone. I'm all alone, like a desert planet. oh grandma, you are a victim of the worst of me, are very powerful enemy of someone who knew how to use every flaw of my personality, I pity you, more difficult opponent would be impossible to find now vein, sitting next to each other, I poison you poisoned and entirely negligible, at least for us, the loneliest people in the world.
my grandmother died one day and came for me and I kept doing what he did to pass the entire edge of reality. was established and it is not me.
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