Pain album

   Iris revealed pictures in her dark room; in the room that used to be her bedroom suite. Today, around so many scattered photographs, it was the first time in years that she had felt anything different, she felt the owner of her work, whereas before her boyfriend Leo was in charge of that service and she was the photographer. Now she was doing both. The boyfriend was gone but the expenses remained and could not afford an assistant. Now she was doing both. Her boyfriend was gone, but expenses remained and she couldn't afford an assistant.

    Whatever the reason, Iris was distressed. The makeshift room didn't look right, neither did the lighting and the smiles and looks around her much less. She just wanted to sleep and forget she had life, but that fuel we had fed over the years had fervently accumulated in her happy years with Leo, and though it was burning faster with loneliness, it still seemed to make Iris resist for longer years. 3 hours later, Iris was able to rest and lie down, closed her eyes and within minutes was at her childhood tree house. She came in, sat on the floor, and then a little girl appeared who apparently wanted to play. She had flashy blue eyes, blond hair, and a dress that says "I have a mother who wants them to know I have it." Iris was a child too. They were both about five years old and started dancing and playing until the house fell completely and before Iris could think of what had happened, Iris woke up. At first she found the event perfectly normal for a dream and then went back to sleep. However, when she woke up again without having a dream, the little girl came to mind. Nothing could upset her more than the room she was about to return to.

    The days passed and instead of the usual visit Iris and accommodate her to her new life, what came with her was the constant idea of ​​running away. Who or what she didn't know, and how she didn't know where to, tried to ignore the idea. Since everything must have an explanation, in the days that followed, Iris began to understand the reason for his distress. In her early hours revealing photos she remembered that a few days before the death of Leo, he had revealed photos to a couple who lost their daughter in a school bus accident. She looked at the pictures only once and couldn't remember the girl's features but there was one feature she couldn't forget: those bright, big blue eyes. Then he recalled that copies had been left in case anyone else wanted the girl's last happy moments a day before her birthday.

    Iris had no trouble finding the copies, and when she looked into the girl's eyes she had the impression that it had moved. Then he dropped the photographs on the floor. As she called herself a fool and laughed at herself, she bent to pick them up and saw a white figure pass quickly. She looked up and saw nothing. She turned his eyes to the fallen photos and then noticed that in one of them the girl was simply missing. She went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of red wine, and when she had finished the last drop, slept hunched over the table right there. Woke up 6 hours later. It was your client. She didn't remember but the envelope with the credit card bill beside her left arm reminded her. So she did his best to disguise the hangover and photographed her. As he was leading the girl to the door he heard a childish laugh and then a question:

_Do you have children?

   Iris awakens to reality and thinks "she heard too" and replies:

_No, it must be on TV. It is on.

    It wasn't, of course. So she said goodbye and went to look for the girl in the little house. She knew it was crazy but as sure that the girl was there. Iris needed to know why. She looked in every corner and nothing. Then she went back to the dark room where she stayed a few more hours. After she showered, ate, and went to sleep. Her head ached, and now the illumination of the dark room drew her in so she left the door open as she had no work to finish.

    She dreamed again of the blue-eyed girl. Iris was in her bed and looked her current age. But the girl looked even younger with a huge smile on her face. She reached for Iris but she couldn't move so the girl frowned and looked sulky. Suddenly gone. Iris remained in bed for a long time and nothing happened until she realized she wasn't dreaming. She went into the kitchen, found no other bottle of wine, then began to cry. When she was out of breath she decided to go back to bed where she remained awake, motionless until the sun rose. When that happened, she went looking for the girl's parents. She still had their number phone, so it was easy. She told them what was happening desperately without paying attention to what she was saying was absurd. She was expelled from there by father as if she wanted to play with their pain. As Iris left crying, the girl's mother said without understanding:

_What did you do? We are also seeing our girl everywhere. She's not freaking out and joking and  you knows it!

_It's best for her to think it's not real. Maybe she'll stop haunting this poor woman.

_You know it will not solve. People are pure energy. Photographs are only so real because they capture some of that energy. And when they try to keep a dead person alive, that's what happens!

_And you knew that when you asked to reveal the photos, didn't you?

   Yes, she did. Her silence was the answer.

    Iris came home calmer after meeting a friend along the way who paid 3 beers. She decided to post some ads on the internet to attract services. She needed to be busy with anything. Her cell phone was running low on battery power so she plugged it in and lay on the nearby couch. She was entertained when her cell phone warned that the power plug had been unplugged, looked at the power plug and saw that it really was. Iris lost control.

_You can stop playing, girlie. I don't know what you want from me but if you can tell me and go away I appreciate it.

 Laughter was heard.

_What the hell! I need to work. I need to keep my life. It's not my fault if you lost your life.

    Then only the energy of her house ran out and she screamed. Soon after another scream was heard and its owner appeared before Iris with eyes blazing blue.

_I can not disappear. I can't go my way and it's your and your boyfriend's fault!

_I was not the one who revealed your photos. And surely you went to him!

_Yes but you helped him; you photographed and continued with this work. Don't pretend to be innocent.

_But what's so bad about that? It's just my job.

_ Leave the beauty of life to the living, the dead do not need it.

_ Okay, I promise I will not photograph or reveal photos of the dead. I swear!

_Of course not!

   Then the girl reached out her right hand and stared into Iris's eyes. These began to burn. The woman screamed in pain and the girl laughed. When she learned that Iris couldn't regain her sight even if she had a lot of money, she stopped and disappeared. No one saw it but she reappeared in the missing photograph. Iris knew that was her end. That fuel that burned deep in his soul was sold out by the fiery look of that little girl. She knew she was never going to pick up scenery, tear, smile, or some look again, and without even having the strength to use her brain normally, she couldn't find a way out of it. Then she remembered the bottle that was in the trash can, crawled over to it and with the help of touch found it. She broke it on the floor and with the largest piece of glass cut her throat. They would say it was just another weak person who couldn't stand the hardships of life, because they didn't know what had happened, but even knowing it, who could blame a little girl who, even though his life was stolen by an irresponsible driver pulped a woman's life and still tried to give her a new way of seeing the world?