Song Phrases For Tattoos

Prologo-Haunted Bella.

more intelligent men know that there is no clear distinction between real and unreal, that things are as we see them only under physical and mental delicate instruments through which perceive.
But the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of vision that sometimes tear the veil of common vision and obvious empiricism.

Lovecraft "The Tomb.


are not among them. Only see what they want to see. Not know they are muertos.-M. Night Shyamalan.



Prologue.



The probability that an average American sees a ghost is one against a million. The thousandth possibility that lightning fall on you.
Ninety-nine percent of people, given that life expectancy is seventy years old, born, live peaceful and quiet lives and die without having had a setback with the supernatural.
say that I belong to that strange and misplaced one percent is very optimistic. Not that I have encountered the supernatural once in my life. I would describe it as falling off a dark bottomless pit.
Skeptics, with their rational minds only guided by what their senses tell them, say, politely, I'm a hook.
The matter freaks talk about serendipity. View
your first appearance to the twelve, it can be considered as such. Supernatural make your livelihood, no. The right word, given my family history and circumstances of the facts, as predestination.
"Schizophrenia? "Alcohol hardened? "Junkie? ... I wish this would have been easier for me. I think that can be defined as a twist of fate.
And here is my work, or fate, or curse, make that one percent of people who were missing have been affected by the "strange" page and pass them returning to that vast majority who do not have time to dwell on hear scary stories. And then the ghosts disappear from their peaceful lives, I esfumaré with them, like a shadow treat me ... bothers


~ * ~

Chicago, 2005.


The rain hitting the glass produced a hypnotic effect on me. For most people, was bothered. But even in this sense, I ran counter to the majority.
Today was my lucky night. If he could sleep more than four hours, would exceed my weekly record.
Although used to the insomnia habit, had to admit that it relaxing to take a truce to take hold in the next few sleepless nights. And the music
encompassed in the rain outside.
While my eyes were closed, my tongue was able to enjoy the sweet taste of luck. Not long trash program sessions, suitable only for the unemployed, alcoholics, losers or desperate, or great vessels, with little depth, filled to the brim of vodka with lemon juice to the bottle to the side to be renewed.
smiled at the thought that this might not need a drink to get away from my ugly reality. A reality non-existent for the rest of the world, but too tangible for my own welfare. I winced nasty to my lips. That was the kind of thinking that I should not have before trying to sleep.
My body was adjusting to the covers and clings to the black leather sofa, my thoughts were fading.
Only the shadow of a little reminder of the review my last course of the race, clouding my mind. That would be next week, therefore, would be over one hundred and sixty-eight hours to begin to raise even.
Tonight was my night.
Of course, it was me, Edward Cullen, and luckily I was elusive in most cases. And when my phone started vibrating, I realized that my wonderful night's sleep was fading with every sound of it colliding with the wood of my desk.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Cursed mentally as I stood upside down and covered his head with a pillow.
The noise persisted and I, throwing the pillow far away, I gave up resigning myself to spend one more night with the shopping channel presenter sterilized bottle of vodka in hand. Kicking
sheets and got up to give you buzz to the other end of the room.
- For your sake I hope it's not you, damn pixie!-Gritted between his teeth as I came the image of my sister Alice.
was warned more than enough, it was not a good idea to call at odd hours of the night, despite my late-night hours. Even
could remember my threats:
"I warn you, Alice Cullen, not a single call after eleven. If you do, you and I will slowly kill the iPod on full blast to hear no the message you should convey to Jasper. "
painfully gritted my teeth. Should not bring up that part of me. Not a chance.
I think as take care of Alice without bloodshed had no revenge from beyond the grave ...
Shit ... I had done it again.
But all my bad mood vanished when moving melody rose to the vibrator.
My stretched lips curved into a radiant smile while Strays Do not Sleep echoed around the room.
"a long year has passed since the last time we spoke"
In fact, only four months had passed since the last time we were sitting in Starbucks. And there she, laughing, had been playing tunes from my mobile to find this song.
"This is my song," she whispered as she watched the sparkle in his eyes vanished on a par with his apparent joy. "It is mine and mine alone. Forever. "
... "And before all that, what I miss? ... Did you feel homesick once? "Chanted while trying to alleviate their innermost grief.
Although always had for me the brightest of smiles, I could sense that something was wrong.
She did not want to talk about. Only charge that the time spent together, my world was less dark and bright part of your character pass to illuminate my surroundings.
But it was becoming a flashlight without batteries. Spent all their energies on their smiles just for me, while the penalty would eat inside.
That stupid married man. Surely it would have a thousand excuses why they could not divorce his wife while he spent his few hours of the night, in the back seat of a car or a room in a roadside motel, playing with her, and then return to home, lying next to his wife while the semen, still hot, lay inside her unhappy lover.
"He is important to me ... "he hesitated at my questioning look, justifying the unjustifiable. "I help my career."
was the end of the conversation that I always spent more limited time.
"Give up your dream and be happy with me." Were the words that was on the tip of the tongue and died in my mouth. He was too selfish and would prefer that these were lost between her fleshy lips as mine desperately wanted a melting up into God knows where ... But it was worth being awake at night only to come back to savor its richness on your lips that stretched from time to time.
"I can not get used to this ... "I ignored
shake my hand when picking up the phone and gave the talk key hoping my voice did not betray my excitement:
- God, I cried even without saying hello .- Where have you been all this time? Perhaps you've come to imagine ...
"I'll explain everything when you're at home, Cullen," she interrupted sharply. I seemed to hear her violently expel the air and spoke again: - Oh, God! I'm so sorry ... I know when to bother is unforgivable, but I passed through here ... this is ridiculous! "Sollozó." I'm ugly and you do not you deserve all of this crap, but I need ... I need you so ...
I bit my tongue not to drop a word over and demand an explanation. Everything would be easier if reassured.
"No problem" I said as I went to my closet and began to take ropa. "Tell me where you are and I'll pick.
"Do not bother. I'm calling from a pay phone in front of your home. I'll be there in a couple of minutes ...
"Perfect. Espero. you-I hung up and I started to find something to cover my nakedness. It was a comfortable practice if they lived alone, but it was a welcome for those who had to see me that situation.
Despite all the confidence that we have among us, would not let my intentions as clear. Not without good explanation. I found a pair of sweatpants, I was getting skipping while reproached me not being more proactive and have everything upside down, starting with my notes on forensic psychology, even the empty bottles of Jack Daniels.
was too late to even think about it, and rang the intercom. I opened the door without asking and just thirty seconds she was in front.
I was unable to conceal that I was gasping for air as my eyes fell on his imposing presence. I bit my lip to think sanely a decent greeting and not a college stoned babbling by its neighbor across the street.
That was quite an ordeal. It was so difficult to maintain sanity when I had my eyes occupied, rapture, with every part of your body. From her long, silky blonde hair red to long and curvy body.
was so absorbed in her lips, pink and full, I did not see his face flushed and her large blue eyes flooded with tears.
- Oh I cried to see her mourn confusing without finding the right words at a time like this.
Her tears could only mean one thing. Two-year history of sex and lust night shattered. He supposed I would have said his wife would like my best friend was a blur in her monotonous life.
should be relieved and happy because that would allow Tanya to return to rebuild their lives. But his pain was so real and present that I dared not even think about it.
She needed me and I was not going to fail.
As soon as I opened my arms in his direction, Tanya was released to me and hugged me while her sobs made her body tremble.
seemed so vulnerable that I hesitate to embrace it and bring it closer to me.
discovered that it had when part of your skin and hair brushed against my breast makes a pleasant tingle. Soon my chest and licked his body trembling from the cage that had formed my arms. I feared he would drown when he heard her sobs.
I said nothing. Or it could be that not even remember. Maybe I just hum a lullaby or whistled through his teeth to try to reassure her.
As the minutes went by, I noticed that all his muscles were more relaxed and no longer crying. Only his breathing was shallow.
I put my cheek on his crown, sucking, unconsciously, the smell of coconut shampoo used since high school. "I spent
whispered.
His answer was a loud gasp.
I left his body, only to see his face while posing an arm around his waist and posed one of my hands on her cheek.
"Well, I think I know how I can corner the problem tonight," he wiped his tears with his fingers but would have liked it to my lips .- Drink? "I offered. Forgot
penalty for a second and laughed.
"Tell everything I suggested Eristoff Black travieso." It's better than a cure nagging. No matter how outrageous they are your sins, he will never tell you anything.
be laughed again:
-Yes-I got the razón. "I think one can not make me drink more damage.
I came to embrace.
"Edward, my Edward ... you're always here when you need-musitó." I need you so much ... I looked at the bottle
mortification.
Farewell to my seventy-two hours of sobriety.


~ * ~ - Edward! "Feigned shocked to see how I filled to the brim with the third glass of vodka, I'm supposed to be the guest!
- Sure, "I let out a giggle typical of the spark was beginning to be emerging.is" This is a tribute to your person ...
only sighed heavily.
"Edward, this can not be good for your liver-I recommended running his fingers along the edge of the cup so distracted. I noticed that he had not drunk nada. "I see you at this time, has not changed its attitude ...
- For what, Tanya?" Inquired putting on the defensive. I was wondering what the hell was going. The one with the problem was her. She wanted to talk. I knew that was what failed me, and accepted it. I had no other choice.
-Edward, Is it true that what happens to you is so horrible that you have to fuck life?
I drank half a glass of a drink without feeling the burn of alcohol. I wanted to think coolly before releasing all the atrocities that my mind fuzzy processing. I made a gesture simulating a smile and gestured the words slowly: "You're right
, Tanya," felt like my voice filled with sarcasm, - what happens to me is that had he been born in the seventeenth century, I probably would led to the stake. Or in the nineteenth century, I had been admitted to a mental hospital with a straitjacket ... But darling, we are in the twenty first century! ... Give me pills to stay controlled and sedated, and problem solved ... Cullen and The Stooge is under control, "a theatrical gesture and I finished drink the last sip.
"We're not in school, Edward. Those days are over and this is Chicago, Forks not. Look for help. I know there is someone to help you ... Or maybe someone knows Carlisle ... I do not think that your problems will disappear by sinking in liters of alcohol ... "He confronted me and started to shake my shoulder with his finger," You do not know it is to have real trouble, boy!
- Would you change for me at this moment? "The rete.
"Tell me where you have to firmar." I returned desafío. "Maybe it's disconcerting, but what you have is a gift, Edward. And if people do not want to understand is your problem ... If they do not ...
- Tanya, "I stopped short warning with an eye to stop, ... Enough is enough! These phrases are very good in the novels, but this is real fucking life. What you see is what exists. And if I have to resort to alcohol to adapt to them, I will.
"Sometimes, you're so stupid and blind you do not see how special you are.
- You said, special!
- Do not know shit! "Was altered.
- Sure, "he exclaimed as Miss Tanya knows how to get out of trouble! Because when one has just come out, you're getting into another ... Now, you just break up with your married friend, you'll go console with another, does not it? ... First cry on my shoulder for the loss and curse to all men ... And after a few days back on track and you find another worse than before ... You've been doing this since high school, and nothing has changed. So do not give me the favor of sermons.
He looked at me sourly. His face was expressionless, but his eyes sparkled. Began to breathe faster, and smoothed the ends with your fingers it was a sign that he was angry.
Me I filled another glass of lemon vodka. He knew he had hurt his feelings, and at bottom, a pang of regret I punctured his chest. But he had ventured too in my wound and she knew that there were limits should not startle.
I just play with my glass without breaking the strained silence, listening to Tanya's pants rubbed each other, as a result of movement of their legs to be restless. "You think you
listo. breaking She decided to end this atmosphere of uncertainty to see that I would not hacerlo." But I have not said anything about what happened to my uncle married.
"You do not tell me anything. Your pattern is very predictable. What have you done since you were sixteen years old and had problems with ... that looked like Eric York intellectual .... You were with a couple of weeks and when I found his girlfriend in full fatigues, came to seek and to mourn over my shoulder ... and since then has followed the same behavior ... You will seek them and I drink all the shit ...
You do not know shit, Cullen. -Siseó. "You have no idea what this is about ... And you refresh your memory, there was the girlfriend of Eric York that I wanted to hit. It was Tyler Crowley. Eric wanted to see me if he was gay ... Well, at first it seemed, but when Tyler appeared, finally officially confirmed ...
- That altruistic you are!
"Very.
"Edward," remarked my name so that you pay attention- I have not broken with him.
Despite trying to remain calm and indifferent, the nerves came into my fingers and the circles carried out on the edge of my glass were irregular.
Being unable to say a word, I stood in silence noticing the yellow liquid in my glass. Tanya
interpreted my silence as a rebuke:
"You do not understand ... I wanted to, but things are complicated and now I can not really ... I can not ... Even though I no longer feel anything for him, I am unable to finish
with this ... "You've got your role in Hollywood and you feel indebted to him," I teased.
"This is much more complicated of what you're saying ... "she raised her hands to her head, stroking his hair with nervous gestures" ... It's not about to let him or not ... We've gotten into a very fat shit! Well, there have been several droppings, but one that beats the rest ... oh, God!
was not what I said, if you do not like what he said, which made me have a bad feeling.
My anger dissipated and I felt terrible anguish only to look and see it in such a state of despair.
I grabbed her wrists and spread her hands on her face and put down his lap. Drew strange figures on your skin with my finger.
- What happened? "I was surprised that my voice sounded safe and serene. Concerns may buffer the effects of alcohol on the brain.
let out a breath and shook his head:
"I can not get you in all this shit ... really I can not!
"Well I think coming here and that I've done is put in the trash," he Explain.-Only you have the option to tell me.
shook his head.
- What could you do that bad? "He was doing me a knot in my stomach to think that the bastard bastard had gotten into some murky affair ... style for drug trafficking or sucio. a business-Tanya, could you go to jail? "she said in a whisper my most intimate fears. Tanya
guffawed hysterically at the word prison. Should interpret it as I was in shock at the idea. But her eyes, something much more sinister came to my head and something very cold through my back ... What was it that bad?
- And you're the one with the special gift? "Replied wryly. Suddenly, I withdraw my hands and stood up, to start walking around the living ... You're not even going through your head that can happen? Jail! ... In prison would have the certainty that there ever would, for many years that passed ... But this has been ... ufff! ... I will not have enough life to clean all this crap ... "made a great stride .- ... take two weeks without sleep, I feel anxious all the time, the food is a knot and I feel like somebody ... "again I leave the hair with a nervous laugh, ... I do not know how I'll end with this ... is all so surreal! ...
beginning to get an idea of where I was going to leave this matter, and the first thing I did was go to a store to buy a 38 gauge and fill the lead to that ... I I ended up thinking better after a few seconds. Tanya I need her and there was no question of going to jail.
ended up lying still and stared at me as if trying to guess my thoughts. But my speech was reduced to the perplexity and impotence. I hoped not ask me to read her thoughts. Was impossible ... at least at that level.
Finally, finally shrugged his shoulders and whisper-Haber
come here does not lead me to anything, "To my surprise, took his bag and his jacket and prepared to leave.
took me a millisecond to realize that if she went, take long to see her again. That idea can not support your lack of news for a few long months, I reacted instantly and fly off in their direction, without being aware of having turned the table and with it the glasses of vodka.
I managed to catch up a storm just before it opened the door and crawled toward me while resisting:
- I'm staying! "He started yelling, I was sure that a neighbor called the police for the scandal we were giving .- I can not make more damage! ...
Abruptly, he turned to face. Wanted to tell me face everything that was saved. He gasped, and partly her sweet breath mixing with mine and the brightness of his eyes eclipsed any look. Still, must tell:
- Because it's too late! "The Chill-face protection.In say you do not want to hurt me more, but you do it every time you come here and believe me hope that we can do something together then disappear and I wonder how many months or years it will take to re-create me hopes of seeing the hours are broken into pieces and re-emerged only to return to break. Tell me, Tanya, Is that fair? "Despite my efforts, I felt like I broke the VOICE: If this time is final, the door opens and she disappears forever. If not, do not leave me with the expectation, please. Tanya
stopped moving and panting and bit his lips gesture that was interpreted as a response thinking.
But such a response was not prepared, or at least not mentally, because my body reacted to perfection when they released her wrists from my grip and placed her arms around my neck, clasping his hands on my neck, tangling their long thin fingers with strands of my hair, narrowed his eyes and opened his moist lips coming closer to me, until they are stamped on mine, molding to perfection.
While my mind was blocked by the accumulation of sensations, each part of my body began to take their own life.
My lips parted and my tongue out of my mouth, groping for hers, pressing her lips impulsively to accede to the passage of this to his mouth. Opposed no resistance and soon I touched his tongue with the tip of mine for a first scan, which ended in a sensual pulse where the only battle we wanted to win was to steal the breath of each other.
I took off my lips to yours only that they started a path of kisses and soft bites for each section of skin not covered by your clothes bothers. Al
closer to her, brushed my neck with something metal, producing a small burn.
I walked away slightly, and put it in the palm of my hand that strange pendant silver heart-shaped symbol intelligible. A legacy of his distant Russian descent.
"Never get separated from him," I said.
"Take a piece of my soul with him," murmured quitándomelo hands and turning his face to mine and kissed me passionately.
My hands began to take their own life and began to slip from his neck to the middle of her back where her shirt did not permit a detailed maneuver. Frustrated breath between the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Suddenly I felt a tingling like an electric shock when the tips of his fingers began sliding down my back.
At first it was just a light touch, that as the breaths were accelerating, the beating of our hearts beating a hundred miles an hour, and the saliva off each piece of our bodies, were increased to pace themselves with those, even I felt a painful pleasure as she scratched the tip of the nail skin covering my shoulder blade.
was a sign: the dress should have disappeared.
Therefore, fast and rude gestures, I was unbuttoning his shirt and the button of his jeans, pushing it down. I figured that fell by the muffled sound that caused the crash to the ground, my lips were too busy in parts of silky pink flesh was exposed to my tongue. I knew how I had always imagined. A strange mix of sweet and salty.
your bra straps provided the contact barrier of your skin and my tongue. As my hands were molded at the waist and they were very willing to move there, my mouth and my teeth did the job for her until they fell by gravity to the middle of the arm. Tanya, panting and eager, broke a rare and painful, inches from me, and removing the hands of my sweaty body and throw it to your back and help with the task of unfastening the lace bra. Soon my ordeal
thirty seconds taste his skin, I gave the award to resignation, as my eyes marveled at the sight of her breasts exposed in front of me.
I swallowed hard and with effort I forced myself to look into her eyes. I loved the act of biting his lip to avoid laughing, and then grinning like a return invitation to throw your arms around my neck. I covered her small wet kisses all over his face from his nose to his lips, moving down her cheeks.
Unconsciously, my hand rested on her breasts, and while my mouth is conformed to his, kissing, sucking, chewing and savoring every section of his lips and breathed a tickle me that the electricity produced way to the last pore of my body. My hands massaged without an attempt at tenderness, her breasts, and rudely and without care, pinched her nipples.
- Ah, hit a little cry, more pleasure than pain.
Abruptly pulled my face to his, and he briefly walked away from it. I looked straight in the eye to make a silent protest, but they shone fun. Rested his hands on my cheeks and pulled down towards the valley of her breasts to put my head in the hole and turned to cling to my hair. I covered with kisses the way up to the mound of her pink nipple and hear his insistent call for treatment, clung to my lips on it and the tip of the tongue began to cover to suit taste so sweet that peculiar mix of sweet and salty.
She pulled my hair and I understood as a warning that continued maneuvering in that sense, so I did exactly what he had done to her lips, licking, sucking, chewing delighting in its texture and flavor, first with one and then the other.
moaned loudly and I was glad that I was the cause of such a beautiful sound.
To my surprise, I felt like one of his little withdrew into tracksuit pants to the point of my body more excitable than in those he was close to its maximum strength.
A couple of strokes of the fingers of Tanya showed me how sensitive I was. Tanya
"I gasped into her ear while she continued with her work, the pair down my pants. When they arrived at my ankles, I started kicking to get rid of them and be fully exposed to it ...
Rubbin skin to skin, breath to breath, sweat to sweat ...
At the limit of my strength, I managed to move it to the wall and corralled between this and my body so that no hint of pleasure that escaped from jail and panting sweaty bodies.
Adrenaline poured escaped me at the same time we started to rub our hips trying not to lose that level of dependence we had for each other. His mouth was wet and pleading my kisses, his privacy was the same way, warm and wet. Suitable indicator that was more than ready for me.
And she gave the preliminaries completed, he raised his leg and twisted my hip. He repeated the same with the other leg, and lift your butt, I noticed the soft texture of the skin, thanking me rid of the work of removing the thong.
And with the few rags that I had of chivalry, the transport to the couch, where a push, more or less sudden, the grave.
Tanya, with a smile absent and legs apart, I took her hand and invited me to enter it, lying on its curved body and molding each part of this to its winding nooks ...

~ * ~

was three in the morning and my eyes were still wide open. It was assumed that this should not happen after a day of brutal sex and fulfilling.
admitted that sex had been brutal, but not satisfactory. And it was because he had anonymous or boring. Quite the opposite. Neither could say that it had failed because we were the wrong people.
had wanted to be with Tanya in this way, and many more, since he was sixteen. But she had always eluded me and I did not push the limits of friendship to be near me, even though my heart was breaking bit by bit every time she was moving away from me.
And once believed would have it, loving it with my body and my essence, she showed distant and absent.
not in the physical sense. She had responded to each of my fondling, kissing, licking and savagely demands alongside tender. But something inside her that I did not feel that was one hundred percent me. His body was yet mine, but his mind a thousand miles away from me ... Would you still think of him?
And while doubts gnawed me and made a knot at the top of my stomach, the maneuver perfectly hear the service, open the lid of the toilet and almost choke on the arches that gave him his vomiting. I bit my lip to try to soften the bitterness of my disappointment.
How bad was all this?
"Sorry," apologized. I had not heard out of service, "the drink I had to feel bad.
-Claro. "I had not drunk nada." I hope you feel better.
"I'm sorry I woke up.
With Perez, paragraph head from the pillow, and looked at her, my sleepy body active at once. Tanya was fully dressed, combed, he had buttoned his jacket and was about to grab the bag. My heart hit my chest painfully. Know the meaning of this ... I had seen him more often. But I never used to say goodbye.
Tanya looked at me and sighed when he saw my gesture of anxiety.
I can not stay here, Edward. I will not flee, "I said more. paciente. voice" I have to solve this by hook or by crook ...
- Does it have to be now? "I could not stop the pain seeps into my voice.
-The sooner the better, he urged.
"Well, that means that once again I have to say goodbye.o-still had not gone and hurt me with all my soul.
smiled sadly for a moment and turned to leave the bag in the chair, to sit on the couch that had witnessed our night of passion. I took her hand and stroked my cheek as if it were a mother and her toddler.
"This time, Edward prometió.-I return to you ... but first, I will leave everything well tied. Then talk about how to build a new life the two together, put her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "But in return you have to promise me something, Edward.
"Anything" Despite everything, I could not keep anything.
"Promise me you will wait for me. You'll be here for me ... in every way. Because no matter what happens or how late. You can see me in every way, right? I find you again ...
I kissed her forehead and quickly grabbed the bag and walked out the door as it was carried soul the devil.
I combed his hair with his fingers in a gesture of despair.
By chance I looked back at the electronic clock.
four in the morning.
How many nights would last this insomnia?




~ * ~ Had spent twenty glasses of tequila? Perhaps fifteen of vodka? ... What the hell that really mattered?
She had returned and was in the bathroom.
had been made to pray much ... So many nights in black and white! ... Exactly, had come to see the three-thirty in the morning forward, thrice. For three nights and days.
But she was here.
could hear the shower running tap and singing voice:
"Remember that night between the same stars ...
... We are in a red car you're sleeping next to me ... "
definitely could be one Tanya.
As was customary at me, I fought with sheets and not worry about wear something over, I went to the bathroom. In the darkness of the house, the atmosphere was turning cold and gray. The steam from the shower hit me the body. And a strange odor, metal and salt mixture turned my stomach.

... "The back and forth in the headlights" ...
I put my hand on the doorknob before opening, a shiver ran through my skin, leaving static and ice cream. It was as if my instinct whispers that I was not going to like anything they would see.
... "I could have saved ?"...
I discarded all my fears and, more instinctive than rational, I opened the door.
The steam clouded my eyes and I could not see anything. Was only able to hear his voice while singing the echo crashed into the tiles.
... "That could've betrayed ?"...
I walked very carefully, as if at a given time was to disturb the reverential silence that was in the room, broken only by the drops of water crashing into the surface of the bath.
... "I want to burn this movie ...
I stopped suddenly when I was on the floor spots to crimson dyed their whiteness.
With a lump in my throat, my eyes fixed where the tub was somehow made out the silhouette of Tanya still on the site.
... "I can not get used to this" ... I beat two strides
space distanced us, and as the fog was dissipating, I stood before my eyes the gruesome spectacle.
Tanya was there, or what was left of her, pale and lifeless, wrapped in red-dyed water completely as a result of his blood be shed. His face was completely unrecognizable because of the cuts received the neck was wide open on a par with her dolls. Fully a shadow of its former self.
The music sounded like a funeral march ...
... "By the blue blue sky" ... I pasted


jumped off the couch when the phone rang. Was just a bad dream. Or so he wanted to repeat myself to take away all the fear that had built up inside me.
That was his song. Tanya was safe ...
I jumped up off the couch and looked for my phone like crazy while the music was increasing in volume ...
- Shit, I cried. Where hell was the motive?
Finally, I finished finding from a jumble of clothing.
And as expected, when I went to pick up the phone went off.
I missed that when looking at the screen, there was no record of the call.
The phone started vibrating in my hand and blinking of an envelope told me he had a message.
I opened it with more eagerness than he intended and the feeling that something was very wrong I was not the head ... and much more when reading:

"Edward has happened ... Do not worry, it does not prevent me pick you. Wherever you are, you'll find ... and you'll find me ... where I want it to be ...

T.