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I'm standing right in my bedroom mirror. Nothing I like what I see. And I know no one as well.
My eyes are very large, and separated into reality. My lips do not match the structure of my face What about my nose? A glimpse of a cartoon. My hips are small, bottom disappeared. My bust is just a package that covers my front. The hair coming out of my head is swarming with rebel ... I hate it.
- What is it? - Question Iker sitting from the edge of my bed.
Iker is my best friend. It always has been. We met when a jerk is fun of me and I defended him as a gentleman. From that moment I felt happier about their company, but I'm missing something, that something additional and I finally achieved happiness REALLY .
I know he knows me. He knows how I am. I have to vent to someone. Iker is the right choice.
"I'm not happy, I leave out the words. Iker leans forward in my bed. The springs squeak by its weight, but the noise is the least I care.
- What? - He looks at me bewildered, still not convinced that I have been able to reveal that.
"I said, do not make me repeat it again. It's painful.
Iker strip magazines lying on his right side, then with his left hand tells me that I sit next to him. I shake my head at your request, I can not approach him. The bed is the last place I closer now. But Iker a NO ... It is not an answer, so he gets up and walks toward me.
He takes my hand and dragged by his feet. I struggle to escape, but I know it's useless, because I gained in strength Iker.
- Touch me not - I implore. I know it's saliva in vain.
"We need to talk. You need it.
"Okay, I agree to your request. I know I can trust him.
Iker
not know what is wrong with Barbara Why do you say those things? She knows it hurts me.
As I can bring it to drag with me to talk. Need to know what is wrong. I want to know why are not happy if I got me. I myself, but I think she does not value at all.
Loose "Tell me the words.
Barbara's blouse is pulled down below what allows its strength. Then bites his lower lip and snap your fingers, I think she is ready to talk.
I do not want to live, "Press your hands on your head and a tear slid down her cheek. She cleans the inside of your palm and then puts his hands in the pockets of his pants.
- Why? - Just say.
The words hurt deeply. Dig deeper by an irregular cut right into my heart. My heart is broken.
- Can not you see me? - Claro I see. She does not go unnoticed in my eyes. Barbara is beautiful.
"Yes, you see," responded by taking his hands from where it is hidden.
I bring my face to where I am allowed. I do not want to scare her. A confession is coming, but I am prepared to rejection.
- When I see your face There's not a thing That I Would change cause you're amazing ... Just the way you are.
- That's a lie! - Cries and release my grip.
She gets up quickly out of bed and walks back to the mirror. His reflection, worthy reflection of who she is. Barbara turns away from him, lowers his head and swats destroying the mirror, making a cut on his wrist. I look angry.
Why did he do that?
Barbara then only produces tears coming out of his sad eyes and see the blood pouring from his left arm. She was beaten to the ground strip and I launched into her.
Barbara
What have I done?
blood looked sprout. I'm hypnotized. It is red and know that if I try to metal. Iron , says my mind.
Iker takes me in his arms and left on the bed. Now the quilt will be dirty for me. I winced in disgust and close my eyes.
- Why did you do? - Iker whispers in my right ear. I only do ball on the bed. I do not want to hear their complaints.
Iker gets up and goes into my bathroom. Open the mirror is on the sink and pulls out some bands, alcohol and a cotton cloth. It is thrown on the floor beside me and even opens the alcohol. The smell gets into my nose, I am comforted.
"I do not like what I see in the" explained without looking at his eyes.
- What do you see? - Question with no intention to hurt.
Iker starts to clean the cut with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. Burns, but bear it. It was my fault.
"I think the way I am ... No one will want me" I whispered slowly, then I let go to mourn.
He slowly begins to wrap the bandage on my wrist. Iker is perfect. However I will only be friends. Best friends.
- That's a lie! - Iker yells at me, repeating each of my words, "You're incredible Barbara, do not despise.
He ends up cured.
If someone just like you love me ...
But I'm a loser. No one will want me ... much less him.
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