The Bottle

Suddenly a lot of black crows came to rest on the back of the Chair and I watched and I too, believe that I not panicked because you caught my attention with its actual presence, it was spontaneously wonderful, but a strong and large hand emerged near my heels and attached them, then he started to pull me down. Sink me made me feel fear for a moment and I said: cursed Satan I'll carry, I'm not going to let go. Immediately I fought and fought against such a sinister force that consumed me life and I safe. I managed to put me standing at the same time my heart beating very fast. I walked up to the bottle of whisky and drank long until I heat me mouth, throat and stomach. And I said: almost brings me the cursed, but could not. From that moment, I closed all the doors of my house didn't come out, until I woke up lying in my bed one morning, and say that day was because I perceived in the sunlight coming through the window.

I woke up feeling better, as if you return to the same one that was before falling to hell. The bad was that I felt a terrible hangover and shaking hands but not consciousness, was as if a great weight off had removed me, was as if that journey has been an indispensable condition for returning to life. I checked the time on wall clock and saw that they were 7 in the morning, then I decided to drink until they were 12 noon. Meanwhile, I put music on television and me entertained singing and crying and supporting the anxiety by drinking, and think that I slept. I woke up at 7 in the evening, everything was dark again and the TV invited me to dance and sing, but felt an impending thirst, so I grabbed the litre of whisky and drank a good bit, enough to sing me again and not have the nerves to tip.