Historias perdidas: Sick of life

Voy a ser breve.

En primer lugar, siento publicar tan poco. Pero bueno, seguro que os habéis acostumbrado. Ahora mismo acabo de escribir otro cacho de historia. Se va a poner súper dramática, yo aviso, pero creo que ya lo tengo todo más bien planteado.

Otra cosa. He empezado una sección con Augi, se llama Tu cara cuando... La meteré dentro de los Book Tags y otros Tags en Varios, porque no creo que me quepa ahí arriba^ En cualquier caso, consiste en coger capturas de pantalla de un anime/serie/peli en la que salga un personaje con una cara graciosa y decir que esa es tu cara en alguna situación más o menos graciosa. El tema de esta primera entrada era los exámenes. Para más info, meteos en este link y preguntadle a ella, que yo no quiero currar (jujuju).

Hay un pequeño problema. Bueno, dos. No tengo las capturas de pantalla de Pandora Hearts (no me puse a hacerlas u.u) y encima no tengo tiempo para volver a ver los episodios. Así que si quiero hacer la entrada antes de verano, probablemente tendré que ponerme a buscar fotos en Internet, lo cual es un poco patético... Pero yo juro por la divinidad gatuna a la que profeso mi admiración (?) que he visto todo el anime entero de Pandora Hearts (tuve tres semanas enteras, tardé cuatro días o así xD Me aburría bastante).

Así que dicho esto, y dándome cuenta de que no he sido breve en absoluto, os pongo historia. Lo siento si he perdido el truco y ya no escribo en inglés tan bien. Yo lo intento xD Aunque algunas cosas se me olvidan...

16. Sick of life

The first thing she did was call Jordan. After all, she had yet no idea who was Ray's mother. At least she had some clue of who to get in contact with. The man surely was glad she had been there to look after the kid, and he was even happier Sam could carry him to the nearest hospital. He promised he would call his mother and that they'd be there in no time.

And so she arrived to the big, pragmatic building, built in the middle of a calm street. It wasn't as though the city was too noisy, anyway. Without saying a word, fearing to break the serene atmosphere, the woman helped the child out of the car and moved towards the entrance.

Half an hour later, they finally called them in, but Jordan and the mother were nowhere to be seen. She swallowed her unease and couldn't help but notice that the little boy was not impressed at all by this fact. It must've been terrible, she thought, remembering her own mother. Despite everything, what would she give to have her by her side once more...

They had already cleaned the wound and made sure no bone was seriously injured - it was just a sprain, they said - when they heard some commotion outside the clinic. The doctor went outside for a split second and came back followed by a woman who seemed like a storm, rather than a person.

'James Raymond Bentley, how many times shall I tell you not to wander off on your own!'

Those were the first words she ever heard from Hilary Bentley.

After the incident, the family invited her to a coffee shop near the hospital. The boy's mother didn't look very pleased with the idea at first, but Jordan convinced her. Not in vain, it had been Samantha who got her injured son out of the streets.

The man had gone to the park on the other side of the road to play with Ray. That left the two women alone in the middle of an uncomfortable silence. Hilary was not particularly beautiful, but she was somehow attractive. There was something in her sour, tired expression that made people want to take care of her. Probably her big, shiny eyes had something to do with it.

Disrupting the steady scenario, she pulled a cigarette out of a box and lit it with a fire. A tiny gray cloud began to dance towards the sky, as if it were happy to finally be free. Sam watched her in silence before saying: 'It's not a very good habit to smoke, especially if you live with children. I've met a lot of asthmatic children whose parents do so. Excuse my insolence, if you may,' she quickly added, noticing too late her lack of tact.

It was not a surprise that the other woman's face showed no sign of forgiveness. In fact, it showed mostly an overwhelming irritation. Still, she put down the cigarette for a little while longer than what Sam expected. It was surprising to find she might felt guilty.

'Samantha Cardigan it is then, right?' The voice sounded sick of everything. Sick of the people, sick of the air. Sick of life. However, when Hilary turned to look at her, there was a slight hint of fun in her gaze. 'I've been told you've been looking for some Julia person.'