‘‘Como le explicas a un alma inocente, que para salir de este infierno, debes pecar’’
Esas fueron las palabras de un hombre cansado, intentando ayudar a una niña a sobrevivir.
‘‘Como le explicas que la acción mas cobarde es ahora la mas valiente.’’
Era tan turbio estar allí, que la muerte era mejor que vivir, pero era imposible con la vigilancia, no querían perder a sus futuros asesinos, por que por nosotros ‘‘gastaban’’ tanto de ellos.
‘‘Ellos te quieren quitar todo, tu familia, tu humanidad, tu razonamiento, tu forma de pensar, quieren imponerte sus pensamientos, que ellos son lo mejor, que ellos saben que es mejor para ti y el mundo en el que caminas, pero realmente ellos todos ellos desean convertirte en un vil animal, mientras menos tengas, menos te importa vivir, y mientras menos te importe vivir, con mas razon mataras.’’
‘‘Entonces que hago yo aquí? porque yo, de tantos que existen? Porque torturarnos así, que ganan con eso, con quitarnos nuestra libertad. Solamente soy una niña…solo una niña?’’
‘‘ Ya lo viste, hasta eso te han quitado, para ellos no eres una niña, eres un experimento, un monstruo, una bestia o…peor, un objeto para sus necesidades carnales…asquerosos, traer ahora a los niños…malnacidos…lo siento, tu no digas esas cosas.’’
Como no saber que pasaría, el pobre hombre que me cuido, las experimento en carne propia, pobre, tengo un sentimiento de culpa por como termino todo.
‘‘Comida? que es Comida?…aquí no hay comida…solo agua…agua rojiza, fría y gris, como una tumba…si, si…jejejejeje…como tumba, jajajajaja.’’
Hasta la otra pobre chica, parecía estar mas cuerda que los demás.
¿Este es el infierno? porque lo parece.
‘‘El infierno no existe…al menos que creas en el…y si este el el infierno, es mas frio de lo que pensaba, creí que abría mas cadáveres…más fuego…exijo FUEGO…FUEGOOOOOO, JAJAJAJAJAJAJA’’
No se como continuar, ambos me recomendaban ir a un mundo feliz, feliz, como puedo saber de felicidad si e estado aquí desde los 4 años… y ahora estoy en numero rojos…los ‘‘especiales’’ no llaman, y lo odio…
Otro día mas en la oscuridad…oigo el vomito de una cabra loca, mientras me tranquilizan con delicadez una afilada mano, este es mi vida… que esperar despues de esto…nada puede ser peor que esto y lo mejor aun…
Es que no se lo deseo a nadie…
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(Forgive me, if I have very bad English, I am practicing TvT pueden corregirme )
‘‘ How do you explain to an innocent soul, that to get out of this hell, you must sin ’’
Those were the words of a tired man, trying to help a girl survive.
‘‘ How do you explain that the most cowardly action is now the most courageous. ’’
It was so murky to be there, that death was better than living, but it was impossible with surveillance, they did not want to lose their future murderers, because for us they ‘‘ spent ’’ so much of them.
“ They want to take everything away from you, your family, your humanity, your reasoning, your way of thinking, they want to impose their thoughts on you, that they are the best, that they know that it is better for you and the world in which you walk, but really they all want to turn you into a vile animal, the less you have, the less you care about living, and the less you care about living, the more you will kill. ”
‘‘ So what am I doing here? because me, of so many that exist? Why torture us like that, they win with that, by taking away our freedom. I’m just a little girl … just a girl? ’’
“ You already saw it, even that they have taken away from you, for them you are not a girl, you are an experiment, a monster, a beast or … worse, an object for their carnal needs … disgusting, now bring the children … bastards … sorry, you don’t say those things. ”
Like not knowing what would happen, the poor man who took care of me, I experience them in my own flesh, poor man, I have a feeling of guilt for how everything ended.
“Food? What is Food? … there is no food here … only water … reddish, cold and gray water, like a grave … yes, yes … hehehehehe … like a grave, hahahahaha. ‘’
Even the other poor girl, seemed to be saner than the others.
Is this hell? because it looks like it.
” Hell does not exist … unless you believe in it … and if hell is, it is colder than I thought, I thought it opened more corpses … more fire … I demand FIRE .. .FIRE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA “
I do not know how to continue, they both recommended me to go to a happy, happy world, how can I know of happiness if I have been here since I was 4 years old … and now I am in the red number … the "specials” do not call, And I hate him…
Another day in the dark … I hear the vomit of a crazy goat, while a sharp hand gently reassures me, this is my life … what to expect after this … nothing can be worse than this and the best yet…
I took my sweet time drawing this page. Haha. But hey! It was worth it in the end. :D
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