Lilas Light.
I wake up in sweat. Beads of sweat are on my forehead and my fists are clenched. I am having nightmares due to everything that happened last night. The sound of the gunshots, the faces of those gangsters, the way we were encircled. If Salvatore did not come at the time which he did, they would have taken us. And what else, the fact that Salvatore shot a man on the foot? Did anyone even see that?
Yes, he was a bad man who wanted to kidnap us but does Salvatore not have a heart? How is it possible that it is possible to shoot a man and not feel an ounce of guilt. I get out of bed and head into the bathroom to stare at myself.
I look like a ghost. My complexion is pale and I rinse my face first. After peeing and brushing my teeth, I walk out to the kitchen to get something t
