Dream

¡Dream! ¡Life! ¡Dead! ¡Desperation! ¡Love! ¡Dream! ¡Dead! He exalty woke up from his dream wondering ¿Am I sick? ¿Am I mad? In no way I’d be capable to kill my wife –he repeatedly asked him self–.

He was alone in bed, with nobody to comment his misfortune and still recovering from that dreadfully nightmare when he went down to the first floor and found his wife with the pool boy. In a moment of paranoiac lucity took a knife and stabs the ungrateful six times in three different parts of the body. Glad? Satisfy? No, he then stabbed her in the womb while she said her last words: “I’m pregnant with your son”. Charles felt in that moment a wound in the heart, deeper than any shoot, deeper that anything he has felt in his entire life. Then, extremely sorry he took her to the hospital with the hope she could be save, but as everything in his life, it was completely worthless.

When they were in the hospital and soon after his wife passed away he realize the police was there, he ran off rapidly from the hospital not before the police noticed him. They went through several streets, where he stumbled with people, stores, whores and drag queens, until at last he decided to end that miserable hunt. He robbed a gun from a security guard and started shooting everywhere, without regards if he finished his miserable life. He received in total eighteen bullets, distributed in three groups, one in the chest, and the other two in each arm.

When suddenly, Ringg! He woke up.