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[English Version]
I hear footsteps, tas, tas, tas, tas, tas, tas, she's running desperately, I can feel her terrified but I don't see anyone chasing her. The corridor is dark, there is only her, who looks back from time to time without stopping.
I see her jumping up some stairs, she almost doesn't touch the floor, as fear makes her jump up and down.
Floor 4, she asks for help from those she meets on her way, but they don't see anyone else but herself. Panic is visible in her eyes, terror wells up in her pores, open with fear.
They look at her and call her crazy, while she is just running away from a nightmare while she is awake. Her desperation is great and there is no one who understands her.
Suddenly, the horror she felt can be felt by those around her and the person who was chasing her is standing in front of her. Strong and mercilessly with a blow to the chest he throws her to the ground, but the blow was nothing compared to the fear he could make her feel with his presence.
As best she can, she starts running again and rushes down the stairs. Floor 2, she meets her worst nightmare face to face again.
Dressed in white, a dirty white, her dark black eyes, which stare deep and hateful, as they hide in her long black hair.
A bloodcurdling scream sounds that makes all her cinnamon skin bristle, it seems that the fury that has been unleashed cannot be stopped. And he stands in front of her, looks into her eyes and observes something.
Time stands still, seconds turn into minutes, as she looks through the hair that covered the face of the one who was chasing her and notices that, as if it were a mirror, she was looking at herself.
Years apart, the same face, the same face, the lost smile, the deep, confused and lost look, she was running away from herself and what she would become.
The fear was different, You can't be me! She screamed, I am not you, you are not me, pain and horror in a voice that came from the soul.
Finished, that's how she looked, the bitterness she had stored up ended with her smile and the days became dark for her, who only pursued it to save herself from herself, from her own nightmare.
One day her heart began to close, she stopped the sea, stopped believing, stopped dreaming, creating a barrier of bitterness and loneliness, creating herself as a demon that did not leave her in peace.
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[Versión Español]
Se escuchan pasos, tas, tas, tas, tas, va corriendo desesperada, la noto aterrorizada pero no veo a nadie que la persiga. El pasillo está oscuro, solo está ella, quien mira hacia atrás de vez en cuando sin detenerse.
La veo subir unas escaleras entre brincos, casi no toca el piso, pues el miedo la hace ir dando saltos de unlado a otro.
Piso 4, pide ayuda a los que encuentra en su camino, pero no ven a más nadie que no sea a ella misma. El pánico es visible en sus ojos, el terror brota por sus poros abiertos por el miedo.
La miran y la llaman loca, mientras ella solo huye de una pesadilla mientras esta despierta. Su desesperación es grande y no hay quien la entienda.
De repente, el horror que siente puede ser percibido por los que la rodean y la persona que la perseguía se encuentra frente a ella. Fuerte y despiadadamente con un golpe en el pecho la tira al suelo, pero el golpe no era nada comparado con el miedo que le hacía sentir con su presencia.
Ella como puede comienza a correr de nuevo y baja las escaleras de prisa. Piso 2, vuelve a encontrarse con su peor pesadilla frente a frente.
Vestida de blanco, un blanco sucio, con mucho negro y ojos oscuros, que la miran profundo y con odio, mientras se esconden entre su cabello largo y negro.
Un grito espeluznante suena, erizando toda su piel canela, parece no existe quien detenga la furia que se ha desatado. Y se para frente a ella y en eso la mira a los ojos y observa algo.
Se detiene el tiempo, los segundos se hacen minutos, mientras ella observa, entre los cabello que tapaban el rostro de quien la perseguía y nota que como si de un espejo se tratase, se miraba ella misma.
Años de diferencia, mismo rostro, sonrisa perdida, mirada profunda, confundida y perdida, huía de si misma y en lo que se convertiría.
El miedo fue diferente, ¡No puedes ser yo! Gritaba, ¡No soy tu! ¡Tu no eres yo!, dolor y horror en una voz que sale del alma.
Acabada, así se veía, la amargura guardada acabó con su sonrisa y los días fueron siendo oscuros para ella, quien solo la perseguía para salvarse de ella misma, de su propia pesadilla.
Su corazón un día comenzó a cerrar, dejo de mar, de creer, de soñar, creando una barrera de amargura y soledad, creándose a si misma como un demonio que no la dejaba en paz.
My own story, based on the reality of many, who try to run away from themselves, for fear of what their demons, past and fear of the future makes them see what they can become.
Relato de mi autoría, basado en la realidad de muchos, que tratan de huir de sí mismos, por temor a lo que sus demonios, pasado y temor al futuro les hace ver en que se pueden convertir.