His childhood make for good people. I was taught to walk slowly, not lifting voice and always sleep with one eye open.
Valiente is one who has no fear, but facing him. My sister Ana
used to boast of being the strong family. His dark eyes warm and cool face betrayed a heart unmoved. The truth is that I always admired the way he struggled with his sword when we pretended to be pirates or how fast it was when we were racing and we had exhausted on the floor with crumpled clothing and shoes full of dirt.
was the greatest, he always had the last word, I knew what I had to do in any situation. Anne knew that I was terrified and seemed amused the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking me suffer.
At the age of six and eight years respectively, our parents decided they were older to sleep alone. My sister Ana seemed enthusiastic about the idea but to me, I blocked a paralyzing fear. I have panic in the dark.
never forget the first and only night I spent in my new room. My father had enabled after years of accumulating junk. Although he seemed nice, I felt a strange loneliness to lock myself in it. A large window
communicated my room with my sister. Walls painted with angels gave me the peace I needed to sleep.
was as if I observe and smiled knowing that I will sleep alone, helpless and anxious.
My little hands would gather every night as a prayer. Asked strength and courage to a God who seemed to listen, not to understand, much less ... help me.
Beside my bed was a large lamp with a chain from which hung a bell. If you wanted to turn on or turn off the light just had to pull the chain.
all started when I decided after reading a story off the light.
After a few minutes I thought I heard the little bell. The lamp is moved from side to side making it sound. The sheets were cooled suddenly felt like someone was pulling them to make them fall. Suddenly
plastic on my face I could not breathe. Hot breaths he could not to get into my lungs. Just a cry
inaudible and I stopped struggling. My hands remained suspended in the air, held together by someone who could not see.
Only a few voices around me and whispered among themselves.
My mother came suddenly into the room, turned on the light and everything seemed back to normal. The well-placed blankets on my bed, the lamp still and all in silence.
Only my face white and contorted alerted my mother, who gave a desperate hug after telling what happened. Obviously did not believe me, but I was so terrified that I wanted to force to stay there.
From the other side of the window I watched Ana frowning, fearing what would happen. From that night back to share a room with her. Ana
not believe me. I knew that I was very scary and that he was amused at the bottom. She feared nothing. In fact, entered several times in my old room, turned off the light and screamed as if someone was doing damage to taunt me.
During the following weeks I had to agree to their blackmail to sleep with her. Ana favorite game was "Turns." Consisted
that I had to enter the room, close the door, edging the bed and pull the chain to light the lamp. Turn around to greet my sister that I watched from the window, back off the light and leave the room slowly d. If I ran or screamed forced me to repeat everything again. One time I finished the game and returned to our room.
When I turned around I saw the terrified faces of several young girls watching from the other side of the glass. I looked angry, as if from where I was unable to hurt me. Ana could not see them, because I do not suppose he was afraid, but they were real, there were six or seven girls locked in that room waiting to come back to finish me off.
That was the last time we played.
Years passed. Ana married and I decided to go to study in the suburbs. Over time, I learned that everything we feel no need to be real. The fantasy of a child can go far and do much damage without even realizing.
was during one of visits to my parents house when I saw that none of the children were living in my imagination. My old room had long since returned to an old storage room and nothing seemed to disturb the environment strange. I walked slowly and quietly tiptoe, as Anna had taught me
Me went to the window and there he saw the light. Memories fade but there are always brands, such as multiple scratches in the wood and saw the marks of hands on the glass window of my old room
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