IPES FA- Profesorado de Inglés

Eje del Sistema Escrito 4

The day I was about to set free restoring perfect unity with my old life, I woke up early

in the morning, the curtains were still drawn together, but I could tell even through the

lined blue cotton that the sun was shining. I sat staring into the void, emptying my mind

of all thoughts. Then, all of a sudden, the thoughts came gently and stealthily – as a rich

musical note, they repeatedly appeared in my head. The blackness of darkness, where I

was summoned, vanished magically. I have lived many days there, in fact, many years

and a deep feeling of agony, as if all my senses were living me, have embraced my soul.

There have been brief, very brief periods of lucid reason, but that morning it reached its

highest point. During many years, I felt hatred for the creature that surrounded the eye –

like window, because the pain I was subjected to came directly by his hands. However,

that day, I could understand that the creature, as well as me, also had been deprived of the

most precious gifts of any kind of existence —freedom.

What added, no doubt, to my confidence on the dark-skinned fellow, was the discovery,

on the morning after I left the death shadow place, that, like the other creatures, the beast's

hands also had been badly mutilated. This circumstance gave him the chance to get

revenge, and I took part in doing so. My aversion to this beast or at least part of it seemed

to decrease – despite all the struggle we encountered, it was not all doom and gloom if –

I had not been exposed to the pain inflicted on my spirit I hadn't been able to attain a full

appreciation of life.

The small slimy creature nonchalantly leaned over me, far from being free of agitation;

I noticed in his mad, dazed, and unfocused eyes that he was involved in a conspiracy. He

said, in a stage whisper, 'those days of terror and agony, those would never be again. What

they have done on me and made me do to you —oh, the mournful and ghastly agent of

Atrocity and of Crime—of Woe and of Death! They have gone — their minds, thoughts,
soul were evaporated. I had no chance of confronting my decision; hence, only evil

thoughts turned out to be my sole intimates—the most obscure and most evil of thoughts.

I had vague mental representations of how it would be to put an end to our mental and

physical anwish — I materialized all of them.' 'But why should I have to listen to you?' I

enquired. With a mocking, wild, even defiant look, he told me 'I'm not interested in force

your existence more than mine; as we were joint together from remote times, I cannot

foreshadows a future without you.'

I sat on the smelly, dirty, wet floor, half stupefied my attention was suddenly drawn to

some gleaming, dazzling and pointed object suspended in the air, above the fortified door.

What now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not perceived the object before. I

approached it and touched it with my hands. It was a dagger —a huge one— with

determination and strong will the beast told me, 'you were neither prepared physically nor

mentally to overcome darkness and its stranglehold. Now you are ready not only to

fathom up what is happening on the verge of darkness, but you are also in a position to

battle with the worst demons that surrounds this universe.'

Fearfully, I took the dagger and in agreement, the door that had not been opened for many

days, opened, with eternal slowness. My partner, the beast, walked toward the door and

mumbled 'the king of all creatures that inhabit the underworld cast a spell on the dagger,

the man that can unify his soul with the power of the dagger would be able to fight against

evilness and set himself free from this place, go take your gift, you are ready.' I muttered

'I do not know your real intentions, what I do know is that I'm going to make every

endeavour to get out of this demoniac place that has squeezed my life and consumed my

memories, turning them into forgotten dreams.

I stepped out of the door and ran as if the same devil has been running behind me. My

eyes burned because of the warm, bright light coming from an opened door at the end of
the corridor, the door that I was bound to reach at — in my attempt to scape I peered into

some small awful dressed in white creatures climbing on the walls and ceiling. At first,

they did not become menacing, but when they felt our presence, they immediate freaked

out, they seemed erratic, hungry and with a frantic attempt — to catch a flesh-eating body.

In my desperate hastened, I caught a glimpse of piles of bodies, bodies dismembered

everywhere, some of them halted my way, allowing the hungriest beasts to grab me by

my arms. I staggered and gradually—very gradually—I came to look upon the dagger,

and with unutterable loathing, I stabbed the beasts, on their chest, neck, back, arms, I

finally spotted a river foaming with much blood. Then, the other creature, the one that

created this ambitious dream of freedom in whoops of delight said — with a certain sense

of shame, and the remembrance of the deed of cruelty he imposed to me — 'you 'd better

run and stay safe,'— I flew silently from its odious presence.

I slammed the door and sprinted through a vast, empty heath that seemingly had no end.

In a rush, I found a pale small human-like creature who flew and guided me towards the

ambush. I stood there during many days, probably five or six, the little creature left me

no moment alone, neither by night nor by day, we went through the ambush till I grow

sick and dizzy.

I felt sleep till I heard: 'Here you have your coffee Mr.' - I was in a gasoline station, sat

in front of a tv set, listening to the news, the tv reporter said 'there has been a massacre

in a mental hospital there were many wounds and no trace of the attackers'.

There was something in the tone of this note, which gave me great uneasiness. The boy

next table suggested that people who commit that kind of Atrocity are not only criminals

but insane hence they need help. And I do believe that.