Capítulo 2: The Mirror
EARTH, SOLOMON ISLANDS, THREE MONTHS LATER.
In a house in the middle of nowhere.
A man in his thirties was pacing around his own bedroom. At each step he took, he ruminated something, at each step, he breathed harder.
Like someone who was about to make a big decision, he could not stop walking around in the room, but from time to time he took a drag on his cigarette.
'STOP!' he yelled to himself in his mind, because the voices in his head didn't give him a single break
He looked in the mirror in front of himself, 'it's attached,' he thought. That's why he didn't sell back in the days.
He saw his own reflection in the mirror.
Long beard, long hair, and the marks of time all around his face.
He kept looking into his own eyes until he forgot the time.
In front of a mirror in the middle of his empty bedroom, Mack keeps looking at the only item remaining in his house, a mirror, like a joke made by the gods, to make him look at himself one last time.
The cigarette in his hand was already burning the skin of his middle finger, but he was indifferent to the feeling. He looked into his own eyes, clear green eyes, once full of life, now...
'Who cares?'
He felt something warm on his face.
Putting his hand over to feel, for his own surprise, a tear fell from his right eye.
"It was a hell of life my man." he said in a sadder but also proud tone.
He doesn't even remember the last time he said something aloud, almost like it was a stranger's voice, his own voice, 'so grave'.
He closed his eyes and a deep breath leaves his lungs.
And like a trained movement that he already did a thousand times…..
He stabs his own neck with a scissor, and darkness came to embrace Mack.
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