Suffocation

    I love your eyes, the smooth outline of your mouth and your skin tone. You look stunning with your hair down. Always beautiful, charming and friendly. Sweet Marina. And me, I was just another figurant in the scenario where you performed. Always treated as something that deserves respect just for breathing. I always did the best essays and matters for the college newspaper but no one but the director and a teacher came to congratulate me on that. It was always Marina and her incredible willingness to help everyone that was the headline. You never did anything but seduce people, nothing. And I know that beneath that lovely smile is pain. Yes, I always knew. You have always tried to hide the truth; the missing parents at sea, the homes for children you can never call shelter, the people who betrayed you... Do you know why I know? Because when we are forgotten because of someone even indirectly, we compare ourselves and after discovering the differences, we end up molding ourselves to be like our enemy. After all, only being the person himself to know your true weakness. You can pretend to be anything you want for others, but alone you are just you. And I became you by mimicking the things I already knew and investigating to discover something new.You didn't notice me even when I was by your side; you was too busy with compliments, mirrors and masks. So I became your shadow and I forgot my name, I forgot my dreams, I was attracted to your easy world of seduction. Oh, what a big mistake! If there were only you, who would do the important parts? Quickly knew what I had to do. 

    I kidnapped you on an afternoon as beautiful as your face effortless. Using chloroform and the intelligence you never had, I put you in a car and then in a coffin with a camera on the lid and a makeshift light to watch the show. I buried you and soon you woke up. I almost missed the first moments of fright and understanding. I sat in a comfortable chair above you in this abandoned yard that would never catch your precious attention and through my cell phone I watched it all. First the lack of logical reasoning and denial “Where am I? What's happening?", then the incredulity and her voice with an unfamiliar tone saying "this can't be happening" and then despair. Ah, I could confirm how sweet you was as you whispered prayers in a soft yet altered voice. When you shouted you showed who you were; fragile, without any weapon. For your sweetness could not save you now; I was you and I owned you. Similarly, no one in college would miss you; I was you and would replace her. The newspaper would be far better without its falsity to compete with the facts. And his seemingly meaningless death would be the headline that would mark the beginning of a new phase for me and, of course, for our lovely colleagues. It's a pity I can't spread to the world this video that shows the only thing you had for real: your beauty. In the end, we both won. You lost your pain and I got the free way to find it one day when I remember that it's mine too.