Thanks Nely. Aseara am terminat si eu aceasta carte, de fapt era deja noapte;. Pur si simplu nu ma puteam opri din citit, eram foarte curioasa ce se intampla cu personajele. Prima data cand am citit descrierea cartii nu am stiu la ce sa ma astept, dar cand am inceput sa citesc cartea am avut o surpriza foarte mare.
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I would take myself to beautiful far off places. I could relax by a pond or lay surrounded by buttercup shaped flowers. My favorite was the poppy field. The golden sun was always warm and perfect on the crimson horizon. I felt at one with nature. That ended the day a stalker took over my dreams.
Nowadays, I hardly sleep. I lined my green eyes with black eye liner, followed by black mascara. My long light brown hair was ironed and ready to go. It was hot and muggy this March morning as I made my way to school by foot. As I crossed the intersection of the main street, I was tempted to stop for a refill of coffee at the gasoline station, but decided against it.
My five-foot frame could only hold so much caffeine before my leg started shaking frantically. Los Fresnos, Texas is your typical small town with a scant population of roughly inhabitants. The weather is humid, hot and sunny practically all year round. My best friend, Andy, waits for me at our usual table in the cafeteria with her boyfriend, Bill.
My memory recalled a three-year high school relationship with the guy I thought was destined to be my husband. His name was Gabriel Betancourt. Gabriel was now a freshman at Florida State University. He graduated early from high school, having been in an advanced program, and left immediately after his prerequisites were met.
With an academic scholarship, he jumped right into the spring semester. I was so proud of him. It was not a surprise that he would consider leaving right after high school. I remember looking into his brown eyes, believing every word he said. I felt the tears start to slowly emit from my eyes and onto my round cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away.
I wondered exactly how important I had really been to him. I was dumped via text message, mind you. What a cruel way to have broken up with me. The insomnia had already started. He had made excuses to evade conversations with me. I had attributed his distancing to his heavy load of classes.
I was dumbfounded. I examined every detail of the last three years wondering the reasons behind this sudden change. I guess things happened for a reason, as my mother always told me. My mother had warned me not to get too serious and persuaded me to continue having friends. Gabriel consumed all my time and my friends slowly started to dissipate from my life at one point.
Everyone knew about his little adventures, but no one commented—at least, not to her face. The day of their separation was hard for both of us. She told me that she was filing for divorce. I was twelve. I believe she hung in there for my sake.
She believed strongly in family unity and fought to keep hers together. I was grateful that she sacrificed so many years of a failed marriage to let me have a somewhat normal family environment.
I was glad I listened to her now. I had at least one shoulder to cry on. Her name was Andrea "Andy" Jameson. She had been my very best friend since we were five. I would trade a lost day of school for a best friend like that anytime.
We were practically inseparable, until Gabriel came along. He prefers to be called "Bill" now. Andy took a cosmetics sponge and dabbed the makeup on it. She started covering the dark parts around my eyes that I had neglected this morning. Bill shook his head from side to side and sighed.
You look a little more like crap each passing day. You know how he feels about doctor and patient confidentiality. Andy paused briefly before she answered.
Make her stop," I grinded my teeth and held my head with both hands leaning over the table. Bill stood from the table and grabbed his notebook. Andy giggled and smacked him a kiss on the cheek. School dragged on as usual. Lunch was dull and after a long day of assignments, classes finally ended.
After school Bill and Andy drove me to Dr. He was so proud of his car. My mother, Claire, was already seated in the waiting room. She worked half a block away at the county courthouse as an administrative assistant to the judge. Claire was thirty-five years old. She had put herself through night school after the divorce and obtained an associated degree as a paralegal. Shortly after the divorce, my dad passed away of a sudden heart attack. He was thirty-one years old at the time.
My mom was hot. She had beautiful brown hair, huge copper brown eyes and a body to kill for. She was jovial and fun to be with. She always told me Mr. Suddenly everyone I trusted wanted to play doctor. Jameson was seated behind his desk when I walked into the consult room. He was the only one allowed to bombard me with depression questions as far as I was concerned.
The only thing I can suggest is to take the medication I prescribed so you can sleep. Unfortunately, I was not victorious. He insisted on having me take the medication he prescribed that night. After twenty minutes or so of trying to sway me, I politely refused. This resulted in his calling my mother into his office after he was done with me. She was either very upset, very deep in thought, or both.
She put the key in the ignition but did not turn it. I need to rest too, Isis. We have to take care of each other. Claire was a strong woman—not prone to tears very often, but, recently, she had become more emotional for some reason.
I felt so guilty. I promise," she sniffled. My mother reached across the kitchen table, handing me a glass of water and the infamous sleeping pill.
I sighed, setting the pill on the table and stared at it. Truthfully, I was scared to take the pill. I was afraid of not being able to wake from my slumber, afraid of having to see that hideous grey figure.
I glanced at my mother and grimly smiled. I quickly took a drink and flushed it down. I found my mother lying next to me at A. I must have slept at least five hours. Though physically I felt a little better, emotionally, I was a mess.
The medication was still at large inside my body. I felt drowsy but had enough energy to fight it. Claire felt me creep out of bed and followed me downstairs to the living room.
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I would take myself to beautiful far off places. I could relax by a pond or lay surrounded by buttercup shaped flowers. My favorite was the poppy field. The golden sun was always warm and perfect on the crimson horizon.
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