This story was about someone called Freddie, and it started when Freddie
was wondering a lot of things about life, like if it was real or maybe it was
just a product of his imagination. He thought that if he looked up to the sky
he would realized who he really was and which was the truth about life, in
spite of all the bad thoughts that he had about himself, nothing mattered to
him.
Freddie started talking to his mother because he had to tell her what he
just did; he had killed a man, pointing a gun against his head. He kept
explaining that and also saying that it was just the beginning of his new life and
that he had had to go away from there, because of what he did and also because
he couldn’t start again if he stayed there, where no one supported him. Freddie
told his mother that he didn’t mean to make her cry and much less to hurt her, and
that she had to keep going on with her life.
Another of the reasons he gave to his mother about his departure was that he wanted to leave
all the people and things around him, because with them he had never felt good.
So he had to go away, in order to face the truth. He kept feeling miserable and
saying he would have liked he had never been born but also that he was afraid
of death.
Freddie started having such hallucinations, like seeing the shadows of three
men and some kind of lights of different colors that made him felt afraid and
confused about what was happening. He was repeating to the shadows what he said
before to his mother, that he was a poor boy, that he had also a poor family
and that he hadn’t gotten love and support from anyone.
After that, some shadows and he started having a discussion about if
they should let him go or not, obviously what he wanted was that they let him
free. He started thinking of his mother and that he missed her a lot, so he
kept begging them to let him be free. He said then that they couldn’t make him
things like loving him and then leaving him and he also said that he just
needed to leave that place as soon as possible and make everything in a better
way.
He ended saying again that no matter what happened, nothing would ever
matter to him, anyway the wind blow.
