The previous evening
Sara Freitas
Denise Maia
Gustavo Matos
Ana Catarina Popowicz de Paula
What a nightmare that night was! She could not believe it. It was full of mysterious things. And now, she is trying to remember exactly what happened. As she tried to put the key in the ignition, the memories started to come back, but not sufficiently clear. She could only see blurs and started to ask herself if she was well enough to drive. Anny decided to walk home, hoping that the fresh air would make memories clearer. When she finally saw the blood stains in her high heels, the dreadful image came to her mind as clear as if it were happening at that very second. Her memories could answer the excruciating question, 'where was Kevin?'; Under those red tree leaves on the backyard, the tormenting image she had in her mind was so distant. Facing that frightful attainment she ran for help. As she was running, Anny started crying desperately and shouting at everyone in the street: "I'm not guilty!". Suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes for a while. In that moment, she decided to go back and give her an opportunity to change her sense of guilt. The image of the place where she last saw Kevin suddenly came to her mind. Anny ran to the store where he works, however when she got there all she could see was police cars and ambulances. She started to cry even more, her heart was beating faster. She knew she would have to go inside to make things clear. When she was about to get in, she felt a hand on her shoulder, though. It was him, Kevin, acting as if nothing had happened in the previous evening. He was cold, shocked and stood canny, serious, regardless. "What a great actor he's playing!", said Anny. He took some seconds until his first words were said to her. He said she should not cry. Her tears could give her away. In the midst of a tragic event which they had provoked, he wisely knew how to be around, getting to know everything and not to be exposed. Was he a psychopath or just a scared 17-year-old boy? Anny could barely walk without having the feeling of being unmasked or the sensation of someone suspecting her. She was sort of in a inner fight with herself. She meant to put it out of her chest. But Kevin was there to comfort and give her strength to handle such mental massacre. Whenever he felt her trembling and willing to express something, he directed her the same convincing and sedative phrases, "Don't cry, dear! Tears may give you away." As they talked, Kevin was leading Anny to a further and calmer place where the red leaves would soon get even reder, silence would prevail and their secret would remain untold.
What a nightmare that night was! She could not believe it. It was full of mysterious things. And now, she is trying to remember exactly what happened. As she tried to put the key in the ignition, the memories started to come back, but not sufficiently clear. She could only see blurs and started to ask herself if she was well enough to drive. Anny decided to walk home, hoping that the fresh air would make memories clearer. When she finally saw the blood stains in her high heels, the dreadful image came to her mind as clear as if it were happening at that very second. Her memories could answer the excruciating question, 'where was Kevin?'; Under those red tree leaves on the backyard, the tormenting image she had in her mind was so distant. Facing that frightful attainment she ran for help. As she was running, Anny started crying desperately and shouting at everyone in the street: "I'm not guilty!". Suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes for a while. In that moment, she decided to go back and give her an opportunity to change her sense of guilt. The image of the place where she last saw Kevin suddenly came to her mind. Anny ran to the store where he works, however when she got there all she could see was police cars and ambulances. She started to cry even more, her heart was beating faster. She knew she would have to go inside to make things clear. When she was about to get in, she felt a hand on her shoulder, though. It was him, Kevin, acting as if nothing had happened in the previous evening. He was cold, shocked and stood canny, serious, regardless. "What a great actor he's playing!", said Anny. He took some seconds until his first words were said to her. He said she should not cry. Her tears could give her away. In the midst of a tragic event which they had provoked, he wisely knew how to be around, getting to know everything and not to be exposed. Was he a psychopath or just a scared 17-year-old boy? Anny could barely walk without having the feeling of being unmasked or the sensation of someone suspecting her. She was sort of in a inner fight with herself. She meant to put it out of her chest. But Kevin was there to comfort and give her strength to handle such mental massacre. Whenever he felt her trembling and willing to express something, he directed her the same convincing and sedative phrases, "Don't cry, dear! Tears may give you away." As they talked, Kevin was leading Anny to a further and calmer place where the red leaves would soon get even reder, silence would prevail and their secret would remain untold.
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