Fear Page #2

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After a hard day's work

I bet you have an appetite for a nice meal.

That looks good.

Her behaviour was strange,

but did I really want it to change?

No... finally I had a girlfriend.

And she was sexy...

and she seemed to like me.

It was great for a while...

Really great.

But as the days went by,

something changed.

Laura, I have to finish that chapter.

I have a biology exam tomorrow.

What? Did I say something wrong?

I would like to know

what's more important to you.

me or your stupid books?

Things got worse.

Worse and worse.

She didn't attend classes anymore.

Like nothing mattered to her

anymore, expect me.

She only left the apartment

to get food.

It seemed like her only reason

to exist

was to make rich, heavy dishes

for me.

She changed physically as well...

You're mine!

... she got stronger...

You're all mine.

... manlier.

You're my b*tch! Eh?

You're mine forever!

Yes!

You're mine...

One day I got home from class

to discover she cut off

her pretty long hair.

Laura?

Then I knew the end was close at hand.

Here, I made you a refreshment.

Thanks, but I'm not thirsty.

I have prepared it for you.

Come drink it up. Now!

OK, don't worry.

Waking up, finally?

Easy.

Don't worry.

It won't take long.

What's keeping them?

The pain is getting worse...

and the heat...

it's much too hot in here.

I just want my medicine.

I just want...

to sleep.

I know things will never be

like before.

That's all over and done with,

forever and ever.

But I would want so much,

she still loved me.

Or at least she pretends to love me.

I'm afraid to die from torture,

cancer, a traffic accident.

Ah, to find the right way?

I'm hesitating.

When making love?

I'll have to find someone then,

Because these days...

If it's OK, I want to start over,

if it's insignificant,

I don't want to end up like that. I refuse.

Dead, the scandal...

I don't want to do it according to the rules.

I don't want to die joyfully.

That after everything, after so little,

nothing, just nothing remains,

no... I can't,

I refuse.

I'm afraid I don't have a

political conscience.

Maybe I'm hiding the truth to myself,

and I belong to the Right? Or worse?

I notice lately that I'm always

looking for reasons not to get involved.

but most of all I'm sensitive

to conservative arguments.

Most things shouldn't change too much,

youth can't stand in our way,

we should be able to reap the benefits

of what we acquired.

I'll become Left from centre.

I'm afraid of mediocrity.

I'd rather be a zero,

than mediocre.

To be unnoticed,

that's not a worthy destiny.

But I don't want to be pure.

The pure threatens us.

A messiah without scruples

will come and launder us.

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