Electra

When I woke up, I saw myself in a room. I cried "I returned!" just to be brought to reality opposite what I hoped. This room I was in, its door was of steel bars, I could understand that this is a jail. Suddenly, someone says "you woke my cellmate." Someone was inside this cell too. I looked around, but no one was there. Then maybe near it, so, I reached with my voice: "is there any one here too?" the voice uttered: "no, body! I'm walking to you, I could hear you from the door, cry-baby." I could directly understand that it was him; the one who killed that Bluenian back then. "You're a jerk! Why you killed him?" he showed himself to me and his eyes were still shining.

"I don't know what happened to you, but something like doesn't belong in Electra!" he said

"Tell me about it. I had heard this before, you jerk"

"This attitude won't help anyone, especially you."

"It helps a lot, thank you very much." I replied.

"Well, then," he said, "as you wish. I really have no interest in you." He turned to leave, "But," he turned back, "you have to know, someone like you who has no shine in his eyes will be judge and killed. After all, you look you lost life."

"Huh!" I exclaimed, "I will be dead again." I said: "Hell! Of course, I will lose life."

He looked at me pitifully and said: "I'm sorry for you." His was of saying was not about the judgment I will get, but about me losing life and that I have no shine in my eyes.

I asked him: "can I have things to write; like papers and pens."

"I don't see any harm of it." He said: "Yes, it'll be delivered to you this instance."

Now, I've finished all what I could write of the past. Now, I awaits my death to come.

"Hey there," someone is calling. "what are you writing?"

"Things I have done in the past." I answer. "Why you asking?"

"Well, I think one must not write only but live it, too" she says

"I have nothing to live for."

"I see." She says, "I find it very unhopeful." She snatches these papers from me, and says: "This is no longer your life to write about." She leaves.

Adams tries to call her back to bring the papers to him to finish the writing, but she says "My name is Electra, by the way." And that's it. This story though it is about the life of Adam, however, he did not live it alone, in such, it will not be written alone.