He felt the cold of the metal between his hands, while his ears echoed the sound of the three accurate shots that hit his wife in the chest, then Arturo woke up very agitated by the dream he just had, it was his recurring nightmare since the day he decided to end the life of the one who one day chose him as her husband at the altar.
Arturo sat on the bed in his room, he had been given a house in jail due to his health condition, he was not only dying slowly physically but also mentally, he was no longer at peace since that terrible event, because she decided to leave him, what right did she have to abandon him, just as his father abandoned him when he died of a heart attack when he was only a child, to live the terrible childhood of a mother who mistreated him without any regard whatsoever.
He never received any help when his mother was chasing him with a stick to hit him where the neighbors simply hid in their houses so as not to witness this sad spectacle or turned up the volume of their radios so as not to hear his cries for help.
Instead, now he was pointed out by all of them as a vile criminal who did not know how to control his passions, he could not control the rage that ate him up inside when one day his wife just left his side, his neighbors were also perpetrators of that murder, they never gave him help, they always kept quiet, they never called the authorities to stop the humiliations, the screams where they cursed him a thousand times, what could he do with all that pain he carried inside him, he was again the victim of circumstances.
He cannot even get to the front door of his house because he has been told that his father-in-law will kill him if he sees him in the street, he not only hates him because he took his daughter's life, but also because he is in his house under house arrest, it seems little to him to be imprisoned in your own house, to be looked down upon or pitied by everyone who comes to visit my grandparents, Arturo thought.
Right now my body is slowly rotting due to the cancer that consumes me because of all the rancor, the accumulated hatred I carry inside me for years, I don't know when or how my life ended, but I really didn't deserve this it was just a mistake I didn't want to kill her, I just wanted her back I promised her I would change that I would no longer be so violent, but she didn't believe me, she never believed me.
The irony is that no one gained from her escape, in reality we both lost her life and I lost my freedom while I wait for death that is slowly taking me away.
Sentía el frio del metal entre sus manos, mientras sus oídos retumbaba el sonido de los tres certeros disparos que le atino en el pecho a su mujer, entonces Arturo se despertó muy agitado por el sueño que acaba de tener era su pesadilla recurrente desde el día que decidió terminar con la vida de quien un día lo eligió a él como su esposo ante el altar.
Arturo se sentó en la cama de su habitación, le habían designado casa por cárcel debido a su estado de salud no solo estaba muriendo lentamente en lo físico sino también en lo mental, ya no estaba en paz desde aquel terrible evento, pero porque ella decido irse y dejarlo que derecho tenía de abandonarlo al igual que su padre lo abandono cuando murió de un infarto siendo él solo un niño, para vivir la terrible infancia de una madre que lo maltrataba sin miramiento alguno.
Nunca recibió ayuda alguna en los momentos que su mamá lo perseguía con un palo para pegarle donde estaban los vecinos simplemente se ocultaban en sus casas para no ser testigo de ese triste espectáculo o elevaban el volumen de sus radios para no escuchar sus gritos pidiendo auxilio.
En cambio, ahora era señalado por todos ellos como un vil criminal que no supo controlar sus pasiones, no pudo controlar la rabia que lo carcomía por dentro cuando un día su mujer sin más ni más se marchó de su lado, sus vecinos también eran autores de ese asesinato nunca le brindaron ayuda siempre callaron, nunca llamaron a las autoridades para que cesaran las humillaciones, los gritos donde lo maldecían mil veces que podía hacer con todo ese dolor que llevaba en su interior, volvía a ser la víctima de las circunstancias.
Ni siquiera puede llegar hasta la puerta principal de su casa porque le han dicho que su suegro si lo ve en la calle lo va a matar, no solo le tiene un profundo odio porque le arrebato la vida a su hija también por el hecho de que está en su casa cumpliendo arresto domiciliario, le parece poca cosa estar preso en tu propia casa, que te miren con desprecio o con lastima todo aquel que viene a visitar a mis abuelos, pensó Arturo.
Ahora mismo mi cuerpo se está pudriendo lentamente debido al cáncer que me consume por todo el rencor, el odio acumulado que llevo dentro de mí durante años, no sé cuándo ni cómo termine mi vida, pero en realidad no merecía esto solo fue un error no la deseaba matar, solo quería que volviera le prometí que iba a cambiar que ya no sería tan violento, pero no me creyó, nunca me creyó.
Lo irónico es que nadie salió ganando con su huida, en realidad ambos perdimos ella la vida y yo la libertad mientras tanto yo espero la muerte que poco a poco me va llevando.
