cookies are crammed before crossing the floor that separated her from her own home. Below the tracks that marked their shoes, the main road would deliver safely to where it belonged. It was late, the threshold of the door gave way to dawn and a small study with ancient flavor off a scent that she knew well. Before their eyes the notebook ... fingers glided over the keys, attracted to the same magnetism as always, as a fierce drive that was unable to hold ... but this time the finger was not taken to the same destination. It was hours until they discovered his body on the bed still beating his bedroom. Somewhere a crime had been committed, but nobody bothered to seek the victim, to bury his corpse, nobody missed that being and extinct. The police did not even bother now timely to review the case. Marta
was taken to hospital, cool and collected and still in a state of amnesia was certain she had been the killer.
Arctic Blue hospital walls, dug into the consciousness of Marta the weight of guilt that even in his state of dissociative amnesia, as cataloged Andrew, his doctor, lurking inside looking for the other Martha ...
small Do not worry, everything is fine - the doctor whispered L. Andrés ear.
"I'm not so sure Andrew, yesterday when I got to get home, after taking all that alochol and talk to you on the chat I'm sure something happened ... something I can not remember ... something bad ...
"Martha, listen, have a dissociative identity disorder, you have not done anything wrong, trust me spent hours on the net, talking and laughing. I do not remember because this is something we have said on other occasions and that multiple personality disorder is the burden you with guilt is not yours. You must relax and continue with the therapy, all will be solved ... shhh ... quiet.
Marta closed and left eyes caress the hair, the hand with which he shared virtually hours before the euphoria and shameful secrets. Got sedated and relaxed sleep on the couch.
Four blocks away, the window of a small rustic style building, it held below the gauze curtains of a young woman, asleep forever on his instrument ... wall next to her, remains a blank tablet of barbiturates and a bottle of gin would complete the picture completed suicide by overdose ... the day when someone discovered the body of the piano teacher Martha.
was taken to hospital, cool and collected and still in a state of amnesia was certain she had been the killer.
Arctic Blue hospital walls, dug into the consciousness of Marta the weight of guilt that even in his state of dissociative amnesia, as cataloged Andrew, his doctor, lurking inside looking for the other Martha ...
small Do not worry, everything is fine - the doctor whispered L. Andrés ear.
"I'm not so sure Andrew, yesterday when I got to get home, after taking all that alochol and talk to you on the chat I'm sure something happened ... something I can not remember ... something bad ...
"Martha, listen, have a dissociative identity disorder, you have not done anything wrong, trust me spent hours on the net, talking and laughing. I do not remember because this is something we have said on other occasions and that multiple personality disorder is the burden you with guilt is not yours. You must relax and continue with the therapy, all will be solved ... shhh ... quiet.
Marta closed and left eyes caress the hair, the hand with which he shared virtually hours before the euphoria and shameful secrets. Got sedated and relaxed sleep on the couch.
Four blocks away, the window of a small rustic style building, it held below the gauze curtains of a young woman, asleep forever on his instrument ... wall next to her, remains a blank tablet of barbiturates and a bottle of gin would complete the picture completed suicide by overdose ... the day when someone discovered the body of the piano teacher Martha.
