The Bad Life (Original)

luisucv34 (69)in #story • 7 years ago

Hello friends, I invite you to see this story that will mark you forever.

Born in a place where opportunities are scarce. Where these surrounded by negative things, that, at some point, you end attracting, for the same circumstance in which you live, where you cannot find solutions to your problems. You get the “Alternative easier”, be part of a group of delinquents and integrate a band, to make theirs, and get some food for your home. The need I carry you to commit atrocities, abandoning the possibility to grow slowly, with the possibility of receiving a great reward for your efforts.

Your mother a woman fighter, who has tried everything, for you to be a young man of good, trying to provide the tools for you to exceed. But you do not realize that, the same material poverty in which you live, makes you, be blind to the efforts of your mother, you left wrapped by your friends, that have motorcycles, alcohol and money. You saw a wonderful world in the crime, without taking into account the strong possibility that to die very young. Being the only son, your mother makes all efforts by you, but no, you live in a society extremely materialistic. The to see on television and on the outskirts of your cardboard house.

Not only, you let yourself go with your childhood friends, but by large TV series, which boast of a criminal, which almost call it until “Savior”, but that does not speak as get that dirty money, product of the drugs, theft and the contract killings. You have been carried away, by the garbage of the television. Your priest cannot control what you see, because it passes working all day to give you a better life.

She loves you, and least of all you want, is that you, you are finished in that world disgusting and perverse. But really, you do not care anything, just think that your stomach is empty and you need money, to help in the house. You think of working honestly, but your friends, they always say that this is for the stupid. What you do not know, is that your breast in the evenings, working as a prostitute, that is not what she would like, but it is what most gives you money. While by the day, works as a secretary in a company, nobody knows what she suffers, to try to get out of the place where the injustices are the order of the day.

The rumors, they have been watering in the neighborhood, you are the new “Criminal”, which is being disasters in the streets. Your mother did not take long to learn, and you confront it in search of answers, to know if what was being said was true. At the beginning, it refuses outright, but your mother you continued to insist, until you confess, and you have told the truth more painful for your mother. I do not hesitate to break into tears, she least wanted was that you were a delinquent.

I have talked to you for hours, I tried to leave that world, but physically you said nothing, but by your head, I knew your mother was absolutely right. You wanted to cry, but you could calm your emotions, that was the precise moment for you to start again, but you did the opposite, from one moment to another, you left your house, leaving your mother alone.

You were where the other members of the band were gathered, where they were planning a robbery, to a nearby bakery. They had several days, watching the movements of the owner. All met in hours of the morning, it was time to implement the plan, just before you go with the other, to commit theft, dress up your mother, in their eyes, showed a sadness, impossible to hide, she asked to talk to you, but you refused, and you left without talking to him.

Already close to theft. Close to the robbery. You start to think if you should, talk to your mom, decide you were going to do it, after committing the crime. I even passed you by your mind, leaving the band you belonged to. By the time they run the robbery, you don't realize, that one of the clients was a policeman, which, to draw his gun, and wounded them with bullets. At that very moment, you started thinking about everything, that your mom was right, that you should have talked to her. But it was too late, you died on the way to the hospital, without having a chance to see your mother again. And it's all because of “The bad life”.