(Sexto ejercicio de taller de escritura: Crear un cuento con diálogos inspirado en esta lectura: http://www.ciudadseva.com/textos/cuentos/ing/lovecraf/azathoth.htm)
Estaba acostado sobre su cama. Tenía los ojos abiertos. No parpadeaba. Hacía días que no dormía. ¿O eran años? Ya no lo recordaba. Su cuarto era pequeño. Tanto, que a veces sentía que cada día las paredes se movían un centímetro hacia adelante y que un buen día iban a terminar por aplastarlo, como pasaba en las películas de miedo que tanto le gustaba ver cuando todavía podía dormir. De repente entreabrió la boca.
-Los extraño -susurró sin ganas.
-Lo sabemos.
-Trato de encontrarlos cada vez que miro por la ventana, pero ya nunca están. ¿A dónde se fueron?
-Más cerca de lo que piensas.
-Donde sea, quiero estar allá. Llévenme con ustedes. Todo volverá a ser como antes, lo prometo. Como cuando nos acostábamos a soñar bajo el árbol del parque en primavera.
-No podemos.
-Pero, ¿por qué? ¿Yo qué les hice para que me hayan abandonado así? ¿Saben que no duermo hace días? Tal vez ya son años.
-No es nuestra culpa.
-Entonces, ¿de quién?
-Eso no lo sabemos.
-Esa es solo una manera cobarde de decir que es un poco mi culpa –suspiró entre resignado y furioso.
-Tal vez lo es un poco.
-Pero si me llevan con ustedes, cambiaré. Me portaré bien. ¡Lo juro! Por favor, voy a morir si sigo así. Y si no muero, entonces terminaré yo conmigo mismo y eso sí será su culpa –escupió entre dientes.
-No nos amenaces.
-No es una amenaza. Es la verdad. Si no me llevan con ustedes voy a tirarme por mi estrecha ventana. Las paredes grises de estos rascacielos me verán caer como me han visto caer ustedes tantas veces, solo que esta vez, no despertaré antes de chocar contra el suelo –gritó mientras las lágrimas salían de sus ojos, rodaban por su sien y mojaban la funda de su almohada.
-Te va a doler.
-No me importa. No puede ser peor que vivir sin ustedes.
En ese momento, sus lágrimas se convirtieron en un profundo llanto.
-También nosotros te extrañamos –susurraron con voz triste.
-Por favor, los he buscado por miles de días, o acaso, ¿ya son años? No es justo.
-La vida no lo es. Lo sabes.
-Saber eso no me sirve de nada en este momento. Entre la muerte y la vida sin
ustedes, prefiero la muerte. En esa por lo menos podré dormir.
-¿Por qué estás tan seguro?
-No lo estoy. De lo que sí estoy seguro es que la muerte debe ser más piadosa que ustedes.
-Puede ser. También puede que no.
-Ya lo averiguaré. Y cuando sea yo el que me vaya, son ustedes los que me van a extrañar. Y seré yo quien los verá llorar. Ya me lo imagino. La muerte y yo burlándonos de ustedes antes de ir a tomar la siesta.
Se paró de la cama lentamente, mientras secaba las lágrimas de su rostro. Caminó dos pasos hasta la silla que estaba frente a su escritorio y se paró sobre ella. Del techo colgaba una soga. Estaba ahí hacía días, ¿o tal vez años?, ya no lo recordaba. Se la puso alrededor del cuello y saltó sin dudar. Su cuerpo se balanceó como un péndulo y al notar que incluso muerto no podía cerrar los ojos, ellos se acercaron y se los cerraron.
-Estuvimos aquí todo el tiempo. Eras tú el que no nos dejaba salir -murmuraron en su oído, antes de salir por la ventana.
LIFE WITHOUT YOU
He was lying on his bed. His eyes were wide open. He wasn’t blinking. It had been days since the last time he slept. Or had it been years? He didn’t remember anymore. His room was small. So small sometimes he thought the walls moved one millimeter forward every day and that one day they would end up crushing him, just like it happened in the scary movies he liked to watch when he could still sleep. Suddenly, he opened his mouth.
-I miss you –he whispered.
-We know.
-I try to find you every time I look out the window, but you’re never there. Where did you go?
-Closer than you think.
-Wherever that is, I want to be there. Take me with you. It will be the same as before, I promise. Like when we lay under the tree to dream in the spring.
-We cannot.
-But, why? What did I do that made you leave me like that? Did you know that I haven’t slept in days? Maybe it’s been years.
-It is not our fault.
-Then, whose is it?
-We do not know.
-That’s just a cowardly way of saying it’s a little my fault –he sighed between defeated and angry.
-Maybe a little.
-But if you take me with you, I’ll change. I’ll be good, I swear. Please, I’m going to die if I stay here. And if I don’t die, then I’ll end myself and that’s going to be on you –he spewed between his teeth.
-Do not threaten us.
-It’s not a threat. It’s the truth. If you don’t take me with you I will jump out my tiny window and the gray walls of these skyscrapers will see me fall like you have seen me fall so many times. But this time, I won’t wake up before landing –he yelled while tears rolled down the side of his face and wet his pillow.
-It will hurt.
-I don’t care. Nothing can be worse than living without you. - In that moment, his tears became a deep sob.
-We miss you too –they whispered sadly.
-Please, I’ve looked for you for thousands of days, or has it been years? It’s not fair.
-Life is not. You know that.
-Knowing that doesn’t bring me any solace right now. Between death and life without you, I take death. At least in it I will able to sleep.
-How are you so sure?
-I’m not. But I am sure that death is more merciful than you.
-Maybe. Maybe not.
-I’ll find out. And when it’s me who’s gone, you’re the ones who will miss me. And I’m the one who will see you cry. I can imagine it already. Death and I mocking you before taking a sweet nap.
He got up slowly and walked two steps towards the chair in front of his desk and stood on it. There was a noose hanging from the ceiling. It had been there for days. Or had it been years? He didn’t remember anymore. He put it around his neck and jumped without hesitation. His body moved from side to side like a pendulum and when they noticed that he couldn’t close his eyes even in death, they approached him and closed them.
-We were here all the time. It was you who didn’t let us out –they whispered in his ear before going out the window.
LIFE WITHOUT YOU
He was lying on his bed. His eyes were wide open. He wasn’t blinking. It had been days since the last time he slept. Or had it been years? He didn’t remember anymore. His room was small. So small sometimes he thought the walls moved one millimeter forward every day and that one day they would end up crushing him, just like it happened in the scary movies he liked to watch when he could still sleep. Suddenly, he opened his mouth.
-I miss you –he whispered.
-We know.
-I try to find you every time I look out the window, but you’re never there. Where did you go?
-Closer than you think.
-Wherever that is, I want to be there. Take me with you. It will be the same as before, I promise. Like when we lay under the tree to dream in the spring.
-We cannot.
-But, why? What did I do that made you leave me like that? Did you know that I haven’t slept in days? Maybe it’s been years.
-It is not our fault.
-Then, whose is it?
-We do not know.
-That’s just a cowardly way of saying it’s a little my fault –he sighed between defeated and angry.
-Maybe a little.
-But if you take me with you, I’ll change. I’ll be good, I swear. Please, I’m going to die if I stay here. And if I don’t die, then I’ll end myself and that’s going to be on you –he spewed between his teeth.
-Do not threaten us.
-It’s not a threat. It’s the truth. If you don’t take me with you I will jump out my tiny window and the gray walls of these skyscrapers will see me fall like you have seen me fall so many times. But this time, I won’t wake up before landing –he yelled while tears rolled down the side of his face and wet his pillow.
-It will hurt.
-I don’t care. Nothing can be worse than living without you. - In that moment, his tears became a deep sob.
-We miss you too –they whispered sadly.
-Please, I’ve looked for you for thousands of days, or has it been years? It’s not fair.
-Life is not. You know that.
-Knowing that doesn’t bring me any solace right now. Between death and life without you, I take death. At least in it I will able to sleep.
-How are you so sure?
-I’m not. But I am sure that death is more merciful than you.
-Maybe. Maybe not.
-I’ll find out. And when it’s me who’s gone, you’re the ones who will miss me. And I’m the one who will see you cry. I can imagine it already. Death and I mocking you before taking a sweet nap.
He got up slowly and walked two steps towards the chair in front of his desk and stood on it. There was a noose hanging from the ceiling. It had been there for days. Or had it been years? He didn’t remember anymore. He put it around his neck and jumped without hesitation. His body moved from side to side like a pendulum and when they noticed that he couldn’t close his eyes even in death, they approached him and closed them.
-We were here all the time. It was you who didn’t let us out –they whispered in his ear before going out the window.
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