Crime In The Light Of Day

Basta. I confess, I did. Pardon? True, I have 30 years and I can judge for having acted immature but who can blame me? I reached the limit I believe to be an actress to have a life like in the movies, and it is absurd. I do not care to act and not want to have a Hollywood-style living, that's my farce to escape.

The worst thing is that I have become addicted to magazines and television. I was not, it was not by any means but not so. It is true that some are born with maternal instincts and like to give us the steam of the stew in the face, others with that cloud of professionalism ambitious, long painted nails and a hundred high heels to choose from. And others are born just lost, and there I was not fit. The opposite version of everything I had planned to be.

A frustrated journalist who ran a real estate and the closest I had come to wording were classified homes for sale that I had to write. I also believe that if any of you have been in my place would have acted exactly as I did.

If I feel guilt? No, I feel no guilt and would echo all over again because in this case I have every right to kill in self-defense. It was my life or her.

I had threatened the 24 hours a day. Even before the alarm goes off I was with one eye open thinking in the office. I had stopped dreaming, until my hair started falling and I got a rash on his neck. I had pimples with pus in the face and dark circles. A terrible black circles disfigured me smile. I was stressed and had anxiety attacks, I even forced to take pills to calm down.

Taking pills to calm at 30, would continue as they had an ulcer in two years. Do not you see? I did kill in self defense and was one of the most desired feelings, pleasant and planned the last two years.

Killing her was easy. I knew how it worked, he woke up at 7, breakfast when he remembered and went to the office. I worked until 11 and down for a coffee with milk is always at the same bar. At two lunch and 4 back to work until 6 or 7. When I got home I was so tired, usually with headache spend many hours on the computer. He did not read because he could not concentrate, I thought all I had pending for the next day at the office and entered a chill up the spine that left her silly.

Do not hang out because I was too tired to slow. On Saturdays and Sundays if they did not have to do some office work touched him clean house, wash clothes and cook something for the week.

It was easy to find, every day was the same. Never anything new, different. A life without high aspirations adjusted to the hands of a clock and manipulated by a chief hysterical, obsessive and compulsive. Now that I think ... I did a favor.

No, no one planned it, helped me Patricia. Yes, my friend from college. She knew everything, the more I think that through it I realized that I had to do. He took the tickets, bus tickets and two had no way to turn back.

I am of those who change their minds at the last minute, so I decided to invest the money we had in that passage. He had nothing to get on that bus. The funny thing is that this Friday I woke up relaxed. In the movies wake up startled and sweaty.

I was made a floss and happy. It was for the first time in a long time feeling happy. That trip made me happy. It was finally a happy person, how could he feel guilt? Impossible.

When I reached the head office called to say he would not come. Nothing could go wrong. We were both alone and the bus was leaving at seven o'clock. I had to do at five and a half to have time to go home and look for my luggage.

I could not raise suspicions. Patricia called five-fifteen came to see how everything and give me strength. Perhaps because I was too anxious I could not wait until five and a half, no measure for the five had done with it.

The smashed in less than five minutes, first hung with both hands and was amazed of all the energy that had accumulated inside. Endure all these years while she ate the head. He looked at me with the same eyes as usual and made it disappear regained my energy.

She had consumed me, I had become his slave and the worst thing that took me years to get rid of it. I did not leave footprints, just a letter, I knew the boss would read on Monday morning.

Patricia was waiting at the agreed location of the terminal, I smiled and smiled back. In addition to friends, now we were accomplices. The bus left for Seville and spent the summer in Andalusia.

I do not regret anything. And had to be so worth it. Breath of fresh air needed for rethinking, a summer on the beach and mind in the salt water. They told me the following Monday my boss had breakfast with my letter, to read aloud to the other employees as a bad example. "I just killed my routine. I'm going to Andalusia for the summer to recover lost time. Postscript: Life is lived only once." I sent a postcard from Sevilla.

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