We arrived at my home and I showed her around. It wasn’t anything special: two floors, the first one had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and a laundry room; the second floor had another bathroom, my room, a room where I kept most of the things I never got myself to organize, and another room which I didn’t used.
When I asked her where she wanted to stay, she immediately answered. “Where you do”
My girlfriend had changed radically. She was a thousand times more loving and caring than before. I think that even that description falls short.
Why was she like that? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
By the time I knew “why”, it was already too late…
We did very common things the rest of the day; we talked, ate chips and drank some orange soda while watching TV, just the usual stuff.
I also used some of that time to wash the dishes I had left a couple of days. Something extremely unusual and almost incredible was the fact that my girlfriend helped me. I use “unusual” and “incredible” because she hated to do any kind of manual job.
When it was time to sleep… well, I’m simply without words. I’ll just tell you it was the most romantic and beautiful night of all my life.
Next morning, I woke up way earlier than usual for a Saturday; around five in the morning, if I remember well.
She was still sleeping when I woke up.
“My little angel…”
At that moment, I had gotten to the conclusion that I had imagined the red room. Stress… something I ate… something like that.
Since it was Saturday, I decided it was a good idea to finish with all of the chores to have the rest of weekend free to enjoy it with my sweet girl.
It was a curious thing… just the fact of being around her made me happy. We weren’t that type of couples that met each other doing things they liked or something like that. No, we simply knew each other in a random talk, and we found out we really enjoyed being around each other.
The good thing was that, for having the rest of the weekend free, I only had to do simple and pretty mundane things: take out the garbage, clean up most of the mess I had done during the weekend -I wasn’t that organized-, and wash the laundry.
It didn’t too me that much to make the first ones, maybe one or two hours, if I exaggerate, but…
It was time to do the laundry.
I grabbed the laundry basket and took it down to the first floor. I was putting the clothes in the washing machine while I thought about last day’s beautiful night when “something” grabbed my attention: the clothes I wore the day of the red room.
The clothes were already in the machine, so I had to take it out to give it a good look.
As soon as I took them out, my hearth paralyzed completely, and the image of the red room came back even stronger and more alive than ever.
“No God… don’t make this to me… no… “
The clothes… the clothes were stained red.
“NNNOOOO!”
It was a miracle that that… whatever it was that was upstairs in my room didn’t wake up.
I returned slowly to where… “she” was, more because of the “shock” than not to make noise. I opened the door and went inside.
I couldn’t believe it, I simply couldn’t believe it. I had to lean on a wall so not to fall to the floor.
“It’s not possible… what’s going on?”
She was there… but it wasn’t possible. She was DEAD. It didn’t make any sense at all.
I just couldn’t get it.
Then I remembered something.
“Well… my parents are on a trip..”
“Oh… my… god…”
It was until that moment that I realized the mistake I had made.
“And my little brother is with them…”
“OH NO!”
