The mysterious death of Max

 After seeing the letter "M" in the foggy mirror I got scared a bit since there was no one else in my house, well my mother but she was asleep, I went to the living room window because from there I had a lot of view towards the neighboring houses to see if I noticed anything suspicious but I couldn't make out anything else except children playing with a ball. In a way I felt a little relieved afterwards because I thought it was some Loren joke that there was an M on my mirror, but I don't think she is capable enough to play with that. So I took a deep breath and got ready to eat the leftover pizza that was getting cold. I went up to my room and looked in my closet for something to wear, in that regard I was not as selective as certain girls, because I would wear the first thing I found. So it was, I put on

The next morning I woke up feeling a pain in the back of my neck, I had slept badly. The night had been a little better, although at first I had a hard time falling asleep because I was thinking about Max. Today I would arrive at the university and see the lack that he would do. I got out of bed groggy and headed for the shower. When I took off my clothes and let the water wash away my sleep, I felt watched; it was a new and completely strange feeling. I showered for a few minutes and then went out. I wrapped the towel around my body and looked for some clothes. Long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans. The city of Portland was in mourning. I put on my shoes and combed my hair. Classes would start in half an hour. I took my bag, my cell phone and left my room. When I went downstairs I didn't hear anything or anyone, which made me understand that my moth

My eyes snapped open, I felt how my breathing was harsh and a little ragged. My head hurt so much so I put both hands to my forehead and squeezed it. What had happened? I looked up, realized I was lying on the pavement near Nisha's house. My pants were half ripped and my shirt was white, dirty. I struggled to my feet, looking around. What was I doing here? It was afternoon apparently, in the distance I could see the sun setting. I looked for someone nearby, a person, but there was no one. I turned to look at the house behind me: it was quite large, two stories, green. Outside there are steps to reach the front door and into the garden where sunflowers are planted. I knew the house, it was Nisha's; but when did I get here? I couldn't remember anything, I didn't remember walking here, I didn't remember. Maybe I had gotten drunk earlier in the day and that's why I didn't quite remember; It used to happen to me often. Alt

MAX While I was running around like crazy, there came a time when I stopped and advised myself: "Come on Max, calm down!"  I exclaimed in a calm voice. "You have always come out of all your problems and this will not be the exception." Although of course, being dead I don't think there is a solution.  Being the captain of the team had helped me in my personality, since he was always encouraging my friends but this time he was not applying it to me. I raised my face in the way the brave do and headed home again, things were already like that and I had to accept that I was no longer among all my acquaintances.

   I woke up with the hope that everything had been the product of a bad nightmare.  I was lying on the floor of Nisha's room;  which I found very strange that I was here.  I sat back, realizing that it had not been a nightmare but the sad reality.  Nisha wasn't in the room, so I went downstairs and into the kitchen, she was there alone, she was throwing the remains of her breakfast in the trash can.  She put the plate in the sink and came out, running through me.  I felt strange that she had done that.  But I followed her anyway, I wanted to see what she did to her.