It was 7 am, 9 am, noon, 3 o’clock in the afternoon, time for supper, 6 o pm and bedtime. He didn’t even move out of his bed. Still in pajamas, he didn’t take a shower or brushed his teeth.
It was the second day he spent like that, lying in bed doing nothing, just lying their listening to sad music just like his mood. He didn’t saw the movies he rented some days ago even though they were really good. The Darjeeling limited, into the wild and Furs were waiting for him right by his bed but he didn’t even move. He stayed lying in bed looking at the white ceiling of his bedroom.
The next day his parent made him have lunch. While they were eating some of the leftovers from a barbecue they had the other day they started talking about the music people heard where they lived –he thought he finally would be able to talk about something and his parent would listen!- Once he started talking, they didn’t heard and his parents were just devoted to preach their opinions.
In that moment, something weird happened in him. Something from the interior of his being went up his body like lava in a volcano. He tried to stop it but it was impossible. His voice broke and he just said “I can’t keep eating, I’m sorry” and started crying. He stood up and went to his bedroom trying to understand what happened but tears kept falling through his face.
