Chapter 3
Today I woke up a little dizzy. I dreamt of the first time we were together. We went to have dinner with some friends at the Mexican restaurant. After a few beers, everyone started to open up. ¨In vino veritas¨ or the truth is in the beer.
You wanted to know everything about me. You asked me everything. Like an inspector. As if I were in court. But I don't mind at all because you just assured me that you like me with it.
At first, since you didn't talk much, I thought you didn't even realize that I was by your side. How wrong was I!
Since I came by taxi, someone had to return me to the house. And of course, as it was so obvious that we liked each other, they left me with you. Our chemistry was repairing itself everywhere, like bacteria found in the air. We infect everyone with our happiness, it was spreading all around us.
I don't know what has bitten us, but we decided to go to the club. We had a great time.
We continue drinking. Likewise, we almost got drunk.
That's when my ex showed up—wanting to talk to me. And as I was crazy about him, how could I say no? We went outside. In front of the nightclub. We discussed. You were so toxic that you yelled at me, what am I doing with someone else, how dare I, and being that drunk and I don't know what else. And you have a girlfriend. Hahaha. How funny!
I didn't want to make a scandal in front of everyone, so I decided to go with you anyway. I wasn't that drunk, but you… oh, god, you overdid it.
I don't even know where we were going, we argued so much that my head didn't want to remember all that nonsense.
You told me everything. You only knew about love when you were screwed. When you weren't drunk, you couldn't be honest. You've always been a weak son of a bi×ch!
I told you to drop me off at my house. And you… Singing as if we were celebrating something. As if everything was impeccable. As if I was in the car with a child and not with a man. I was looking forward to the day you would mature.
But that day never came. You were driving so fast as if life didn't matter to you. Not yours, and much less mine. I was afraid. I insisted to exhaustion to leave me anywhere, I repeated so many times. I was going to take a taxi. My words meant nothing to you. You turned up the music even higher and continued to ignore me.
You were driving out of town. There was no way to walk home, even if you'd stop. I surrendered and allowed you to do whatever you wanted.
I don't know what happened. I don't remember. My reasoning deleted that part.
I saw my grandfather, may he rest in peace. I saw him screaming at me to wake up. To fight for my life.
I had no idea what he was talking to me. I was so exhausted. I couldn't breathe. Not only that, but I was drowning. My chest hurt. My grandfather was shaking me, yelling at me not to give up. To open my eyes. He even pushed me!
It was at that moment that I opened my eyes. I don't know how we fell off the bridge. But we were in the river. I got up with the last bit of strength. I tried to wake you up. Called your name. I broke the window and got out of the car.
I came from the other side. I tried to help you. I don't know where I got the ability to open that damn door.
You didn't answer me. You were not breathing. I tried to revive you by giving you mouth-to-mouth. I wish you would wake up, although I would have to listen to you that I did it on purpose, so I could kiss you.
I yelled for help as loud as I could. Some neighbors came who heard the noise we made when we broke the bridge and fell into the river. They were asking me things I didn't know the answer to. I only wanted you to open your eyes. To see your chest moving. That you are breathing.
A few years later, the ambulance arrived. Those fifteen minutes… seemed to me not like years but like decades. The nurse tried to heal my injuries. Did they hurt?! The man I adore is here, almost dead, and she's asking me if a few scratches on my body hurt. My heart aches. I'm suffocating. Of course, it hurts, for God's sake! What nonsense.
We arrived at the clinic.
Me in one room, you in another. Me with a few scratches and you in intensive therapy. They won't let me see you.
Your condition is very critical. The doctor told her to be prepared for the worst. You don't have much of a chance to survive. That the wounds are severe. Voices are mixed, I feel dizzy. Noises, I don't see anything. And… I fainted.
Disclaimer:
The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺
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