PROLOGUE
Outside my window the cold was biting, a strong storm the storm window as the sun went down to make room for the night. Istra, a small town in Russia where the snow never failed! I put a cigarette on his lips while coffee warmed on the oven, I thought about how my life was messed up, what I hated mine. I recovered from the pocket of his shorts cropped the lighter spark the flame in front of my eyes, I stared a few seconds, immersed in the wonder that ... then went to my face up to the edge of the burning cigarette, pulled strong as to get rid of the thoughts from my head, but the timbre of the microwave was the best. Getting up from his chair, instinctively dropped the lighter on the table, losing myself I reached the kitchen smell of coffee that damn loud. With a cigarette between my fingers got busy serving me a nice mug full, almost like chocolate. I sipped.
The door had barely creaked, I knew that it was open and closed, he was, had arrived! I wonder how many men I had on my bed with him but now, months that were going on, something was changing and I did not like. In a moment it was already behind me, his hands traveling along my arms, I shuddered. I threw down another gulp of coffee and then leave it at that cold of the kitchen counter, grabbed my face to her chin, kissed me without giving me time and I did not regretted it at all. Our breathing became immediately stronger, our mouths crazy ... I dragged him in the room having no longer want to wait! As we stripped down to my skin I discovered a number of bruises he pointed nn even watching, I was invisible to his eyes and it hurt me, but why? At the heck all I wanted! However, I kept thinking all the time and ... if what I was doing with him was more than just sex? Now this was the question I asked myself for several months, he knew, Raphael, this is his name, he knew what I felt, despite everything ... I used to pretend, play with my feelings until I said Just ! One night the cacciai away, I was cold, sharp and absolutely implaccabile! That evening we did nothing, went away angry "My dear, you are nothing without me!" He muttered, as if it were me its right! I picked up the cigarettes from the table a little nervous, I lit a I jumped again and just feeling the door: "I'm Emma," I recognized the voice, my sister Beatris, the only person on whom I could really count! I could hear his footsteps through the hallway toward the kitchen, just her face was clearer I noticed the broken lip with a few scratches, I stared at the agitated and pulling on a cigarette "What the fuck ...?!" impulse I turned and went to the meeting "We have again put their hands on the bastard!" I snapped and grabbed a chair and invited her to sit. "Emma I'm fine, do not be angry," she said, and I felt more and more my blood up to the brain. I headed the freezer, did not answer. My father was the architect of all this, we were now a sort of punching bag for him! Grabbing a cloth and encased in ice Beatris him leaned back from the lip "Do not defend him," I could tell her only that, but she was very fragile, could never say anything bad about dad! I left her a moment alone, a good hot tea would calm down and we were silent and I was destroyed, both physically and emotionally.
The clock pointed to midnight, it was best not to anger the man further to our misfortune that we had given birth. I greeted her by holding it in a close embrace, was not up to me and Beatris noticed, then accompanied to the door I smile, my last smile for her. The only thing I needed was a very hot bath, nn I thought twice, and then immerse it in the tub filled. I stayed there maybe an hour, if not longer, I had lost track of time but my skin started to ringrinzirsi. I wrapped nell'asciugamano lifting me, I went on my way from the tank on the sink, I watched in the mirror. I looked horrible, I was tired but I could not shed a tear. On my right lay a razor blade, my instinct was to dismantle speed, smashed to the ground and taking the knife I played it on my arm brushing, I guess I never got that far in my entire life. Upset by the sinking my thoughts on the skin, creating long and deep vertical cuts, the pain was just a minor thing, the vein had been severed and gushing out of control ... for a moment I was fascinated. M The heart was pounding on his chest, blurry vision, I fell to the ground rule and dirt with a long streak of blood on the sink, I was alone in the house, no one could help me and perhaps not even wanted. Gl'occhi closed, leaving the arm on the floor, the tile was already gone in my blood, just lifted the corner of his mouth into a small smile, thinking that the work might not wait for tomorrow! He threw open the bathroom door gl'occhi and opened, I never dreamed, Beatris was just screaming my name, what was he doing back here? I saw her crying, despair, once again he was ill, she was frightened and tried to help me, stroked her face smiling at her "Will you make it without me," I whispered from the floor and closed gl'occhi andandomene that fucking world for me now had become a nightmare.
I woke up on the ground, how was it possible? I was dead! Ahead of me two unknown figures with long dresses, masks to the face, staring at me. No words from our mouths, I came up to look around, a place dark, cold, but I had chills No, I did not feel anything really, even my heart beat in my breast! I heard laughing the two unknown figures, seemed to enjoy my being dispersed. Then he finally said, "Welcome to hell Emma Wolf, with your sin of Lust."
Outside my window the cold was biting, a strong storm the storm window as the sun went down to make room for the night. Istra, a small town in Russia where the snow never failed! I put a cigarette on his lips while coffee warmed on the oven, I thought about how my life was messed up, what I hated mine. I recovered from the pocket of his shorts cropped the lighter spark the flame in front of my eyes, I stared a few seconds, immersed in the wonder that ... then went to my face up to the edge of the burning cigarette, pulled strong as to get rid of the thoughts from my head, but the timbre of the microwave was the best. Getting up from his chair, instinctively dropped the lighter on the table, losing myself I reached the kitchen smell of coffee that damn loud. With a cigarette between my fingers got busy serving me a nice mug full, almost like chocolate. I sipped.
The door had barely creaked, I knew that it was open and closed, he was, had arrived! I wonder how many men I had on my bed with him but now, months that were going on, something was changing and I did not like. In a moment it was already behind me, his hands traveling along my arms, I shuddered. I threw down another gulp of coffee and then leave it at that cold of the kitchen counter, grabbed my face to her chin, kissed me without giving me time and I did not regretted it at all. Our breathing became immediately stronger, our mouths crazy ... I dragged him in the room having no longer want to wait! As we stripped down to my skin I discovered a number of bruises he pointed nn even watching, I was invisible to his eyes and it hurt me, but why? At the heck all I wanted! However, I kept thinking all the time and ... if what I was doing with him was more than just sex? Now this was the question I asked myself for several months, he knew, Raphael, this is his name, he knew what I felt, despite everything ... I used to pretend, play with my feelings until I said Just ! One night the cacciai away, I was cold, sharp and absolutely implaccabile! That evening we did nothing, went away angry "My dear, you are nothing without me!" He muttered, as if it were me its right! I picked up the cigarettes from the table a little nervous, I lit a I jumped again and just feeling the door: "I'm Emma," I recognized the voice, my sister Beatris, the only person on whom I could really count! I could hear his footsteps through the hallway toward the kitchen, just her face was clearer I noticed the broken lip with a few scratches, I stared at the agitated and pulling on a cigarette "What the fuck ...?!" impulse I turned and went to the meeting "We have again put their hands on the bastard!" I snapped and grabbed a chair and invited her to sit. "Emma I'm fine, do not be angry," she said, and I felt more and more my blood up to the brain. I headed the freezer, did not answer. My father was the architect of all this, we were now a sort of punching bag for him! Grabbing a cloth and encased in ice Beatris him leaned back from the lip "Do not defend him," I could tell her only that, but she was very fragile, could never say anything bad about dad! I left her a moment alone, a good hot tea would calm down and we were silent and I was destroyed, both physically and emotionally.
The clock pointed to midnight, it was best not to anger the man further to our misfortune that we had given birth. I greeted her by holding it in a close embrace, was not up to me and Beatris noticed, then accompanied to the door I smile, my last smile for her. The only thing I needed was a very hot bath, nn I thought twice, and then immerse it in the tub filled. I stayed there maybe an hour, if not longer, I had lost track of time but my skin started to ringrinzirsi. I wrapped nell'asciugamano lifting me, I went on my way from the tank on the sink, I watched in the mirror. I looked horrible, I was tired but I could not shed a tear. On my right lay a razor blade, my instinct was to dismantle speed, smashed to the ground and taking the knife I played it on my arm brushing, I guess I never got that far in my entire life. Upset by the sinking my thoughts on the skin, creating long and deep vertical cuts, the pain was just a minor thing, the vein had been severed and gushing out of control ... for a moment I was fascinated. M The heart was pounding on his chest, blurry vision, I fell to the ground rule and dirt with a long streak of blood on the sink, I was alone in the house, no one could help me and perhaps not even wanted. Gl'occhi closed, leaving the arm on the floor, the tile was already gone in my blood, just lifted the corner of his mouth into a small smile, thinking that the work might not wait for tomorrow! He threw open the bathroom door gl'occhi and opened, I never dreamed, Beatris was just screaming my name, what was he doing back here? I saw her crying, despair, once again he was ill, she was frightened and tried to help me, stroked her face smiling at her "Will you make it without me," I whispered from the floor and closed gl'occhi andandomene that fucking world for me now had become a nightmare.
I woke up on the ground, how was it possible? I was dead! Ahead of me two unknown figures with long dresses, masks to the face, staring at me. No words from our mouths, I came up to look around, a place dark, cold, but I had chills No, I did not feel anything really, even my heart beat in my breast! I heard laughing the two unknown figures, seemed to enjoy my being dispersed. Then he finally said, "Welcome to hell Emma Wolf, with your sin of Lust."
Ania & Rox - TheSisters
