As soon as I get into the bathroom and see myself reflected into the mirror, flashbacks come to my mind. Last night I got myself into a fight. I see a bruise has started to form around my left eye. I've also got a wound on my head, the blood is already dry, that must be why the pillow is stained. Fuck. I must call Abel, he will surely remember at least more than me. I go to my bedroom again and look for my mobile phone, the battery almost run out. But it has enough to make a call. Of course, he doesn't answer. He must be sleeping off. I take a pair of boxers and an old hoodie and sweat pants and get into the bathroom. The T-Shirt I'm wearing just stinks. As soon as I take it off, the silver chain I always wear makes a little noise. I think of her.
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