Chapter 2 A Soul For Revenge

• My body hurts more and more every day, even breathing is becoming difficult, my limbs feel like lead, I need to make a superhuman effort to move, even one centimeter in this uncomfortable bed.
• In spite of being 26 years old I look like someone much older, like a woman walking the end of the old age path towards death, my skin has become somewhat flaccid, dry and pale, I have a face finished by tiredness full of dark circles and wrinkles, my hair that before was shiny and abundant has become dull and brittle, besides it has started to fall considerably.
• I did not understand the reason for this punishment, life did nothing but torture me, I was never a bad person even though everyone around me was bad to me.
• And now all those people were happy while I was slowly dying in oblivion within the walls of this lonely room, with no one to care about me, even though at some point I did everything for them.
• It was a beautiful day, although I was bedridden I had in front of me the open glass doors of my balcony that let me see outside, but being on the second floor I could only appreciate the tops of the trees and the blue sky accompanied by clouds, I could hear the singing of the birds that had the power to relax me and make me forget my misery, I watched them walk by my window, touring the skies, I wanted with all my soul that freedom, I wanted to fly out of this room and disappear through the window.
• My calm mood was ruined by the sound of laughter coming from the garden, my parents... my husband... and I could hear other people too.
• All those wretches forgot about me, it's been months since any of them have come into my room, other than the maids to feed and tend to me as if I were a baby or rather a burden.
• They are not kind to me, not at all, they usually stain me with food, they make fun of my physique when they dress me or help me bathe me, according to what they do on the sly, but I notice; sometimes they feed me only once a day because they forget about me, as a result of that I am too thin.
• It was 4 months ago that Ricardo came to my room for the last time to notify me that the will was ready and he needed my signature, he came one day when Jair my husband was not there so I would not suspect seeing him enter with a briefcase, I asked him not to come to visit me again, he did not want to leave me alone, it took me a lot of convincing, but in reality it was my last will I did not want anyone to suspect his visits I did not want anything to go wrong, but even so he called me once a week and always a girl from the service was listening to everything.
• The night fell, and there was no trace that it had been a beautiful morning, a storm whipped filled the sky with the sound of loud thunder and lightning illuminated the sky, as no one had come to my room since noon the doors had been left open.
• I was very cold, the wind was blowing with intensity, driving the water drops directly towards me, as my bed was not very far from the balcony, after an hour of rain I was completely wet.
• I started to have memories of my past, the images that invaded my mind were so clear, as if I was reliving everything all over again, I couldn't help it, the tears started to flow uncontrollably, I started to let out loud sobs that hurt my chest, the sound of my wailing was hidden by the loud thunder of the rain.
• I couldn't believe I would end up like this, in this depressing way, everyone trampled on me, they came close for convenience no one really loved me and proof of that was what I was living, I was left to die slowly alone in this room.
• I didn't have much time left, I could feel it; one part of me wanted to stop suffering, but the other... I wanted revenge... I wanted to see them suffer as I was suffering, cry as I was, feel as miserable and alone as I was in those moments.
• - I would give my soul to take revenge on everyone!
• I took of strength to scream, I started coughing hard, I took my hand to my mouth, I could feel how my palm was stained by something warm, when I took it away I looked at the blood stains; I had a dull look, I didn't even know what to feel anymore.
• - That proposal... I'm interested...
• A male voice was heard very close to me, I was scared, my skin bristled completely, but my body did not react jumping, I looked up to find a man in a black T-shirt at the foot of my bed was soaked, his hair was white as snow and his eyes were a luminous sky blue color, he was so unreal that no doubt I thought he was a figment of my imagination, he was already dying.
• - How did you get in?
• My throat burned as I spoke, I winced, he turned slightly and looked at the wide open balcony doors, then watched me with amusement, well I feel silly for asking that now.
• - Did you really spend your strength on that? Don't you have a better question? - His voice was hypnotic, soothing, but at the same time scary.
• - Who are you... And what are you doing here?
• - Well, well,! Those are good questions... I am here because I accept your offer, your soul for helping you with your revenge, and as for who I am I answer to many names depending on mythology or location, but here and in China I am Death....
• I was in shock for a couple of seconds, getting lost in the great beauty of this man in front of me who claimed to be death itself, I could hardly believe it.
• - If you are death... that means that I am already dead... - he shook his head
• - Not yet, but you will soon if you keep forcing yourself to talk, you offered your soul in exchange for revenge, and I as a collector of souls I am interested in that offer, if it still stands; I will tell you the pros and cons of this agreement, if you accept I will cure you, you can live the rest of your life normally you will have health for the revenge you want, but... when the time of your death comes it is over, there is nothing more for you since you do not have a soul you cannot reincarnate in the next life.
• If you changed your mind you can leave, get rid of everything leaving it all behind and clearly forgetting everything to start a new life from scratch, being reborn again.
• And let me tell you that the underworld is not a very pleasant place to be... so if you take my hand you accept the proposal, otherwise, close your eyes and say goodbye to this world.
• He took a few steps until he arrived in front of me at the side of the bed, he held out his hand to me, I looked at it a little lost, I said that about giving my soul more out of anger, I would never imagine that it would come true.
• This man was so close to me that I could perfectly perceive his scent, it was fresh and deep, for a moment it was as if I could smell the forest and the sea together.
• A strong pain in my heart announced to me that time was running out and without thinking of anything else but my desire to collect so much suffering caused by my "family" with my last strength I raised my arm and took his hand. That was how I gave my soul for revenge.