FEAR, ENGLISH.

FEAR, ENGLISH.


At present attempt to regulate my breathing. I'm windpipe closed, I can hardly breathe, I notice that my head will explode. I'm still sweating.

Things had not gone too well this time. It was too complicated.

The girl and I had finished seized in the clutches of ... that thing ... was not a werewolf, I'm sure ... but do not withdraw the idea.

We had a surprise. We had been bitten, scratched, torn clothes.

Dean was gone, the guns did not end with that being.

She was screaming with horror, his vocal chords about to break. I lost consciousness.

It was fear.

Very afraid.

I never felt that way. I could feel my body was boiling, my stomach was compressed and lungs barely had room in my chest tightness.

From my mouth no sound came out.

Then suddenly appears the prince. Dean traps loaded with chains and very witty. Pinned him from behind, a coward.

We looked.

And I understood her look.

And I understand it now, seeing us safe, police inspected the site, ask us. Dean responds as you can, knowing that I am unable to open mouth.

I notice his eyes glazed, his lips telling all a pack of lies you should try to sound convincing. People look at us.

Yes, I understood her look. It was the fear. A fear that surpassed mine. We looked at both, lying at the edge of consciousness ... I think there was too much blood in order to create coherent thoughts ...

Dean first venírsele felt the world over.

Could carry only one of the two.

I know who else is suffering now. I have been very scared, I come to think that this game ended there, the dice had fallen off the board.

But he ... His humanity was broken into tiny pieces scattered everywhere. He saw that for the first time, a decision would be causing the loss of a life.

Oh, we knew the girl, not much. But never mind.

Now Dean always think that she killed a human being.

I shudder.

I keep imagining the screams of agony of this young woman who, motionless before the beast that would scrap the chains, it would not think any coherent idea to not ever understand anything else.

It was normal, we would say all of us who have chosen not think saving the life of his brother. Carry him through the corridors waiting to find out soon.

But knowing that saving a life, leaving one behind is the worst that can happen. You feel like a murderer. You feel dirty.

You're useless.

No good for nothing.

Want all blame you because you've done wrong, you want to be punished over and over again, that meets your thoughts pain of guilt.

But no one does the opposite.

Although no one but us will ever know what happened down there. For others, a girl disappeared into the tunnels and try to find her, meeting with that ... beast.

Nothing more.

But Dean and I know.

Dean pain. My fear begins to recede, I notice my hands shaking less. I am regaining some sanity.

Dean turns to watch me. Looks away closing his eyes with a grimace of powerlessness.

I know what you think, think I'm going to think badly of him, I'm going to criticize, to say he should have saved the girl, who was innocent and had no reason to die when we were the pawns in the game.

But ... be realistic.

I prefer to be out of the time, feel safe.

Especially knowing that my dear brother did not hesitate for a moment take away from that place.

Because you never hesitated, not a shred of doubt in his eyes and his mind scared. From the first moment he knew he would save me, and therefore knew that he would kill her.

I approached him and covered him with my blanket, sitting on the bench in the park now so crowded. The police girl gone somewhere, I do not care.

Hug him tightly by the shoulders, I do feel the power in that act, I show that I'm here.

.- Dean, I love you .- I know he knows and that he is well aware .- Dean. I repeat, I love you.

Light, my head resting on his shoulder.

Her trembling arms around me with the same force.

I give thanks.

.- I will not let go ever. I will not let anything bad happen to you.

- I know, Dean. I do not let anything hurt you. Thanks Dean.

I ask you for electing me, but for allowing me to go with him.

I understand how you feel.

Is fear the thought that someday this game will go beyond today.

But we both know that this board will not leave unfinished.

We begin to fear our own game