My first sin was when I was 10. I was walking around the same street I used to walk everyday to get back from school. Those steps always sounded the same so I got pretty bored. Kicked some stones, some dried branches, nothing special.
I usually had some mind games I did to avoid boredom, but that day my mind was a complete blank. Guess I wasn't the most creative kid after all. When you are 6 the world is suposed to be magical in so many ways, unluckily I already had lost some of the magic and my mind games seemed to be the last barrier my childhood had to defend herself from the world.
An now I am kinda lost, you see, I tend to do that sometimes with some very bad results. That day was one of them. I remember that I was walking that street and came across a small cat. So, there I was bored, kinda irritated and that skinny black cat on my path.
Looks like things gonna get bad after all it was my first sin as I told earlier, but hey dont go imagining things, I didnt killed or hurted the cat. Kinda old if you consider the way this story is going.
I consider this is my first sin because of that cat I suddenly drifted away looking at his bright dark eyes and didnt notice the car turning and crashing to avoid hitting me. You see, the thing is that I didnt realize I followed him into the street.
As I got back from that funny mind state I saw the man in the car asking me to call for help, but as I started to move the cat stopped in front of me as if calling me to follow him. I had no doubt to do what he wanted and left the man there to his own fortune.
Eventually the cat stopped in the midle of the entrance of an old house but I was too afraid to follow him and turned back home. Fast enough to still hear my mom telling about a poor man that died in a car crash.
So here I am now on the street hearing the sound of the ambulance probably to late to save me as the blood flows from the gun shot I got as I was trying to run from a unsucessful robbery. Funny thing is that I remember my first sin on the time of my last.
As I turn my head I see him on the corner sitted, calling me once again, the black cat. I follow as he moves to another abandoned building and stands in the entrance. Behind him a familiar face, a face that long time called me for help but now just stares at me.
I think that this time I will have to follow.
I usually had some mind games I did to avoid boredom, but that day my mind was a complete blank. Guess I wasn't the most creative kid after all. When you are 6 the world is suposed to be magical in so many ways, unluckily I already had lost some of the magic and my mind games seemed to be the last barrier my childhood had to defend herself from the world.
An now I am kinda lost, you see, I tend to do that sometimes with some very bad results. That day was one of them. I remember that I was walking that street and came across a small cat. So, there I was bored, kinda irritated and that skinny black cat on my path.
Looks like things gonna get bad after all it was my first sin as I told earlier, but hey dont go imagining things, I didnt killed or hurted the cat. Kinda old if you consider the way this story is going.
I consider this is my first sin because of that cat I suddenly drifted away looking at his bright dark eyes and didnt notice the car turning and crashing to avoid hitting me. You see, the thing is that I didnt realize I followed him into the street.
As I got back from that funny mind state I saw the man in the car asking me to call for help, but as I started to move the cat stopped in front of me as if calling me to follow him. I had no doubt to do what he wanted and left the man there to his own fortune.
Eventually the cat stopped in the midle of the entrance of an old house but I was too afraid to follow him and turned back home. Fast enough to still hear my mom telling about a poor man that died in a car crash.
So here I am now on the street hearing the sound of the ambulance probably to late to save me as the blood flows from the gun shot I got as I was trying to run from a unsucessful robbery. Funny thing is that I remember my first sin on the time of my last.
As I turn my head I see him on the corner sitted, calling me once again, the black cat. I follow as he moves to another abandoned building and stands in the entrance. Behind him a familiar face, a face that long time called me for help but now just stares at me.
I think that this time I will have to follow.
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