It’s 5 in the afternoon and the sun hits Lucia’s room. She has woken up by a dogfight that has emerged in the street. She complains, she didn’t slept that much. <<It´s useless to go back to sleep>>, she thought. So she jumped up from bed and walked out of her room.
The kitchen was far away from the master bedroom; two rooms separated them: Mateo’s on the left, and the TV room on the right. The house was empty. The wooden slats on the floor led the way. Occasionally, you could see some spikes that came out of the floor, but Lucia didn’t mind. She felt that it gave the house personality, even character.
She was wearing embroidery white socks, underpants and a big red t-shirt. That was her favorite look. She approached the shelf, took out a cup that said “I love Paris” – bought it on a trip she did when she was little – and poured coffee into it. Two women were holding hands as they walked along the sidewalk in front of Lucia´s window. “The fucking love”, Lucia said. She finished her cup of coffee, and started walking back to her bedroom.
The path mined by spikes was known by her by memory. Right, left, right and jump. They were choreographic movements, which follow her, since she moved to that house 3 years ago.
“Shit” – she shout. A thread of blood ran down her foot. “Fucking spikes, where did they come from?” – she said, as she looked at the floor feeling betrayed. The blood bathed the sock she was wearing, up until de embroidery. The sock was broken, unusable.
Lucia reached her bed, sat down and watched the sock. Two drops fell from her eyes while she finished cutting it through. The sock was now a long bloody piece of fabric. The silence invaded the room. She look at the ceiling and thought “no one would care”, so she stood up and close the door.
It was perfect, as if the day was inviting her to do it. She stood on her bed in pain and tied the sock to the ceiling lamp. A knot circle her neck. She tied it up, and jumped from the bed to the floor. “Shit!” Lucia shouted. “Fucking love,” she thought while she began to clean the blood of her bed.