He looked in the mirror. Murmured. Incomprensinbles muttering phrases in English and Korean (native language). The guy that was reflected in the glass did not know who he was. I do not know. Murmuring, continued with his thoughts and mumbling. Suddenly a deep voice, piercing, pierced his brain that made him withdraw from the mirror a few inches. The pain in the head, bloody intensified and down his spine like an electric ray. Shrugged pain, but soon stood up and turned to look in the mirror. Then the voice I had heard before spoke: Why do not you? Why do not you? have everything you need at your disposal to carry out, however, can not.
The boy stared at an undetermined point deep in the ground. I was scared, helpless, very angry accumulated. Look into my eyes voice shouted. He, submissive and obedient, looked up and saw a disfigured face, old, color, cheekbone was accentuated in the pale face, a face that reminded her of someone. You have
ignore me, but what if you did? Did you ever stop to think? The boy shook his head from side to side muttering.
Stop talking voice snapped. Instantly stopped. He lowered his head. OK, now grab the bag and open it. Compliant
soil picked up the bag, backpack adidas, old, frayed by time. Inside were two guns, with seventeen porters in black velvet box. The lid was open. In the corner were several more bullets scattered throughout the box. Shone like gold in the light of the bulb. Picked one, passed it between his fingers and placed two centimeters from her face. Looked very good, its outline had to be perfect, I thought the guy who drew him a shy smile on his face. what I like, I see you've stopped shaking. Quickly learn the voice spoke .
The boy nodded, looked like a small child, helpless, alone, helpless. With his left hand grabbed the gun and clutched with his right hand dropped the ball on the ground, and then proceeded to put the magazine into the butt of the gun. The boy had rehearsed many times. Very well handled firearms, rifles had no secret to him, and machine guns either. Small arms were his weak point, but had taken the measure within weeks. Hurry growled the voice. Deep in thought brought the magazine into place. Unlock the gun, grabbed it with both hands tightly grasping it toward the mirror. I do not notes with it. The face in the mirror looked at him with bloodshot eyes. Forgive master replied the boy. Anyway, do not waste time. I want you to accomplish your mission, your great mission, go to the campus, at about 8:00 am. You go into one power, you go to the fourth floor y. .. Wait master. ...- I he looked nervous, like mad, had a twitch in his right eye very pronounced. I ... I am capable, I love . do not, do not ever repeat that! Is that why you spent your valuable time to watch movies and play those video games that serve only to kill? At first, only played a couple of hours, but one day I was hooked and I could not stop .
No, you've wasted your time . No. .. I have not master. I realized that I have no courage, I have not prepared well. It'll get it! shouted.
raise your voice I replied mirror face. The movies and video games can be transferred to real life. Injure and kill is not that complicated. You will.
How do you know? Because you're an outcast, an outcast, no one loves you. You need to do something heroic for society to realize what happens. You have to start with those dudes rich university that will only waste time, they have it all done. The typical children's father. N or understand! The damn voice thundered through the room.
's right. I have to do the boy murmured. He thought of the year which had been stuck at home. Downloaded every day for fighting Internet porn, killing. First, it was fun, then began to hate their peers because they did not understand their tastes, even spoke to him. He withdrew into himself, leaving his dark world. He saw the light, I knew where I was, I could not find it.
So damn voice he read the thoughts and spoke Leave now. No bones about it. The future is writing. The boy tired of the voice that would not let him think or breathe, it was revealed. Leave me alone! his left fist and the glass broke into pieces, his hand bleeding profusely, but had got the voice and the face disappeared. Still, he was tired, beaten, had palpitations and severe pain gripped her body. But the damage was done. "The future is already written," these five words rang in his head all the time. I could not take it anymore. So, put the weapons in the backpack, closed it, threw it over his shoulder, and finally took one last look in the mirror. A the crystal was broken into small little chunks. Each of them reflected his silhouette, looked deeply and could only see a disfigured face: his face . Was horrified. There was no turning back. He turned and left the room.
hours after slaughter in the largest university in U.S. history shook the country of freedom, the land of opportunity. That country where guns are bought as if they were sweets, the country in which its inhabitants need a gun under your pillow to feel safe, because the next door neighbor has a shotgun, and rifle front art; the country in which the members of the rifle association, remove and put the president in office according to their inclination towards the use of weapons, the country where children play after play catch his father's gun and mimic the actors in action movies, that is, wielding a gun and in most cases, or kill the child you are "playing" or injure themselves, this is the current U.S.. A country where freedoms are gradually eliminated by sending weapons and violence, a country where anything goes the paulatimanente imposed. It may be a punishment what happened last week at the University of Virginia, maybe not. At best, politicians meet someday and reflect. Because 32 people in two hours are many victims, and that will not be changed. So what needs to change?. For that there is no response.
believe that the kid who killed 32 people was a balance between 1 million. But this is not true.
"Time stopped. Nothing, no one moved. He was alone without any help. He had in his hand the pass to be free in this world. He raised his hand and shot himself in the face. That ugly face, horrible, that he had seen in that mirror. That mirror saying to him "The future is already written"
by Dani.
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