Esqueletos No Armário (2ª Parte)

Sem saber como ordenar ao meu corpo que se mexesse, permaneci durante horas sentada no mesmo local. O telefone tocou várias vezes, a campainha da porta também ressoou uma vez. Não fui capaz de me mover. Aquilo que ali estava, mostrava um homem que eu não conhecia, mostrava algo... perturbador.

Já começava a escurecer quando Gabriel voltou para casa. Entrou, vinha a sorrir, o mesmo sorriso de sempre, mas que agora me parecia tão sinistro, quanto forjado. Pareceu não reparar na minha postura, e disse-me apenas “boa noite”, seguindo para a casa de banho.

O banho prolongou-se pelo que me pareceu uma eternidade e quando saiu da casa de banho, fitou-me.

- Andaste em arrumações? - perguntou lançando um olhar aos papéis espalhados pelo chão. Não fui capaz de responder. - Fizeste alguma coisa para comermos? Estou cheio de fome...

Consegui finalmente, obrigar os meus olhos a moverem-se de forma a encontrarem os seus. Um olhar vazio, sem... vida.

- Mariana... Está tudo bem?

Sem pensar, estiquei-lhe o caderno que ainda conservava na minha mão. O seu rosto endureceu ligeiramente, mas nem se aproximou da reação de pavor ou de fúria que seria adequada nesta situação. Limitou-se a pegá-lo e poisá-lo sobre a cómoda.

- Leste-o?

- Li.

A minha voz estava rouca e baixa, devido às várias horas de silêncio e imobilidade.

- Lamento. - referiu apenas. - Preferia que não descobrisses assim...

- Preferias que descobrisse como?

- Não sei.

Durante alguns minutos ficámos imóveis, a olhar um para o outro. Não conseguia pensar em nada adequado para dizer e ele parecia ter os mesmos problemas que eu.

- Eu não devia ter mexido. - referi, ao fim de um bocado.

- Pois não.

- Mas o que tens aí... tu..

- Eu sei.

Comecei a chorar.

- Que espécie de monstro és tu?

- Não sei.

O seu rosto mantinha-se sério, inexpressivo. Não parecia incomodado, não parecia envergonhado. Não parecia... nada.

- Eu posso explicar. Se me deixares.

Queria dizer que não, queria bater-lhe e gritar. Queria... não sentir a repentina e quase mórbida curiosidade que me avassalou. Não havia explicação possível.

- Deixo.

CONTINUA...

(Imagem: poesiacarinho.blogspot.com)

Comments

Conversations with a Killer: The Ted Bundy Tapes

This is not the sort of show which I usually talk about on this blog. However, as a psychologist, I’m usually quite curious in regards to criminals and their minds; and one of these days I started watching this documentary on Netflix . Taking into consideration the kind of thing this is, I can’t say I ‘liked’ it. I mean what you see in there is nothing to like, but I was rather terrified, which is probably the usual response. Nonetheless, it was definitely a good documentary. The eyes of a killer Everything displayed in this story was terrible. The descriptions, Bundy’s posture, everything seemed like some sort of horror show, putting into perspective what we may consider to be lucky or unlucky in this life. Before I even start watching it, I read somewhere that this was the kind of thing you shouldn’t watch alone. Sounds accurate right now. At the time, and considering my, mostly academic, experience, I didn’t think that this could actually be so upsetting.

The Mist (2017) - quick review

A thick mist falls up a town, and something about it isn’t right - good premise. We would expect nothing less than good from a Stephen King’s book. Yet, as we all know, book adaptations can be quite disappointing. It goes from good to terrible. I loved the plot and, in the beginning, I was very curious and interested - it was almost impossible to stop watching it. Yet, at some point, it started to get on my nerves, and not in the way that a good horror show should. As we got closer to the end of the season, many things stopped making sense. Some characters are simply… not believable. The explanations for whatever was happening were ridiculous and easily refutable. It all took away the feeling of “this could be real”. It killed my interest. Many changes were made to the original novel. Some of them were interesting and made the story better, yet others were… well, nonsense. Cast and production As I said before, the first episodes were good and made us want to keep watching, but I was

Show Review: Emily in Paris

It took me a long time to give Emily in Paris a shot because I thought it would be a silly, shallow comedy about some sort of influencer. Well, it is a silly, shallow comedy about some sort of influencer, but to be honest, I liked it. Emily is a young talent in a marketing career and has the opportunity of her life: working in Paris for a year! And since her boyfriend is an idiot, she can try the full experience of being a single woman in the city of love. Unfortunately, she is not as good at managing her personal life as she is at work. In fact, she is frankly terrible at making decisions outside work. Cultural Differences Everyone who has been in a foreign country knows that sometimes we get ourselves into awkward situations due to cultural differences. So watching someone else go through the same is quite funny. I must admit that seeing an American trying to speak French is hilarious. Of course, I’m not French (and French people who hear me trying to speak French could have a s

All Forms of Art

Search This Blog