author notes: this came to me one day, driving back to where I do not know, I do not remember exactly when. slowly is emerging as a subspecies of history, but not too ...
however, to let it rot in the PC, you might as well publish it, no? you never know, maybe one of my many good intentions could come true!
is something that this page still exists! XD
There is something wrong, they say. Something serious. She now has fainted three times, for no apparent reason. To put
sincerely, groping in the dark.
I'm pretty sure, however, that I know of no disease that has symptoms like these. Her lying in hospital bed, looking at me with eyes wide open. I do not know if it's because I'm here or why I'm here and I was naked. I do not have the courage to look down and even she seems inclined to do so.
The doctor notes her expression and asked in a tone concerned:
- What lady?
She looks at him, I look at her, feeling that usually takes place when you just slammed the door behind him and you realize had left the keys on the table. How do I get back in?
The doctor, patient, repeats the question.
this time she replied softly:
- Butler. There is Butler.
It's my name, I know. That is, not really my ... is a name. I could have called Charles, Mario and Giovanni, however, a little 'because the English names are cool and a little' because it must be the surname of one of his idol, my name is Butler.
The doctor nods and marks something on a clipboard. She looks at him with little interest, then move your eyes on me, without changing expression and I says:
- Do not you cold? - Then closes his eyes, turn on your side and you put to sleep.
At this point I decide that I can stop being naked, should not be difficult. A sweatshirt and jeans, nothing too complicated.
The doctor goes away, walked next without seeing me and I peek on the folder. Nervous breakdown.
Exactly what is to come to me.
Five minutes ago I was nothing but a feeling, a classic voice that usually by good advice and is not even shit to smear. I had already happened to be vaguely aware of myself, in the early morning or when she drank a sip of too much of any drink, but I never got to this point.
I do not like. I know a lot of things that technically I should not know, I remember a lot of things I should not remember and I do a lot of arguments that I should not do. It's inconvenient, is laborious and this place reeks of disinfectant.
- nervous breakdown, right?
around me, leaning against the door frame there is a skinny old man. She stares into his eyes, so I avoid making the kind of stupid questions:''Can you see me?''
- I see you've already solved the problem of nudity. You have the potential ... - Then shows you - you drink a lot?
- No, I do not think ... - I say, vaguely protective, as if what I had pointed out that my house is not built according to the law and it is also full of cracks.
He nods, understanding. It has a pair of green pants and a t-shirt too long, with an inscription that it continues to change. We currently stabilized on the phrase "all must believe in something, I think I'll drink another."
- is something quite common. The nervous breakdown, I mean. - Indicates it again - They have stolen the balance.
- And it is something serious? He holds
shoulders. - Depends on your point of view. - Responds.
- Or? - I do not want my house to collapse, we are fond.
- if you'll do great, in one way or another. You probably will not.
stared at him. He knows perfectly well that I did not understand a beloved bat what he said, only that he wants me to ask for explanations, it is probably a crazy maniac, but who am I to disappoint a probable crazy maniac?
So I demand.
- Why? - Seems satisfied, change the phrase on the shirt again. " Unless the youth is not a permanent condition, the future of the old. "He looks down, reads and nods.
- Damn true, boy, damn true. The fact is that you're here and she is there, when you should be somewhere in his cerebellum. As I said before, they stole the balance, it happens to a lot of people. This will take care of, with a few drops, tablets, psychology and other crap like this, and when that happens, you'll be replaced. - The shows - A new beginning, new life, a smile on his face and he goes home. But you die.
Needless to say, there remain pretty bad, but I am not yet in panic. The old man still has something to say, you can see from his expression.
- There is a however? - ask.
- There is one though. - Responds.
really begins to exasperate. I would ask him to get a move on with the explanation, but I do not know if you give him or her. God, that certainly unnecessary. I get along with, "But?" Said with emphasis.
- can save you, boy. Nothing is impossible ... - Thinks for a moment - to beat the revolving doors and a couple of other little things. But not a factor.
She looks at me, you know that it was losing my attention, then suddenly decides to summarize.
- The fact is that it is not easy to find the balance of a person who has lost. It does not happen all at once. - Indicates again you and I instinctively I move to cover, I do not want fixed. The old man really has something of the maniac. I just have to figure out what.
- Usually people lose it slowly, piece by piece. A party may take avergliela his mother, a part of his sister, his father, a friend or his eventual boyfriend. You follow me?
nod, I do not think the case nor the time to start making the skeptics. After all they are here, alive and kicking. If I committed enough, I am convinced that I could even beat a damn revolving door.
- You gotta do what and when she failed to recover it. - Change the sentence on his jersey once again.
"You have sex with the same relationship that the children with Santa Claus: I firmly believe, but you've never seen."
I wish I had a sheet to score.
- Everything? - I ask, trying to make the mind of local places and how to get there. I do not think to make it even good account of the actual distances.
- Most. - Responds, turning suddenly towards the corridor. After a few seconds, a guy with a cigarette in his mouth in the door and stares at me from head to toe and back. A few seconds after puffing a cloud of smoke and says
- Another nervous breakdown, eh?
The old man took the cigarette, goes out and makes her disappear into a pocket:
- Edward, I told you a thousand times that you do not smoke in the hospital!
that for all Reply lights another cigarette, shrugging his shoulders.
- and I do a thousand and one old. - Then looked back at me, but this time do not smile anymore. - Good funeral, Exhaustion.
And I break your nose. I have not tried to make quick movements, but should not be that difficult, right? Raise your arm, move your weight, you gain speed, then you meet her face with your fist. But I do not move. It's something in the way he looks at me. For a moment, with a slight nod of the head shows me the old, almost imperceptibly. That does not notice essermelo and I think I imagined. Then he turns and walks away.
- Who was he? - I ask, if only to break the silence.
The old man pulls the hem of the shirt ("Just when you think you've hit bottom, here you get a shovel in the head from you and someone shouts: Dig!) Uncomfortable.
- A regular customer of the hospital. Each time comes, whenever it seems to be gone forever, then after a few months back, completely different, but still him. The last time he was missing one eye and had red hair.
seems that what irritated him. As if being with that guy had a game of chess can not quite win.
Then he looks on your wrist as if there was a clock, and his good mood then suddenly.
- I were you I hurry boy. You do not have much time before they begin to treat it. Before the last bond you have with her break.
seems that the thing please. Elder, manic and psychotic.
launched last glance at the bed where she sleeps. Balance. Easy to say. What should be the balance of a person?
The next step, going out the door.
- Good luck, man. It will be really an interesting thing.
Non mi fermo a chiedergli perché: non voglio assolutamente saperlo.
Note (finali) dell'autrice: Butler non è una seconda personalità, oppure è una seconda personalità fallita. Una volta "Edward", non Cullen eh? un Edward SERIO, mi ha detto: nessuno si crea mai una seconda personalità più sfigata di quella reale.
è una frase a cui penso spesso.
In effetti avrei potuto dire molto di più, ma le parole non mi vengono... e il layout della pagina mi irrita... quanti spazi! Dannazione! XD
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