Cristina Garant
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Hello!
I am a joyful person who loves to read. I want to write novels and screen plays as well! Hope you like what I will write here!
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I Was Bought Twice
I Was Bought Twice It all started when my mother invited me to diner. I didn’t know what to expect but contempt. I was right. That night, she wanted me gone for good. First, my birth parents and now the adoptive one. She told me politely to accept this twenty thousand cheque and leave somewhere else, travel, whatever as long as I would feel something. She was inventing something just to hide the real reason.
By Cristina Garant5 years ago in Families
Worth my Life
Worth my Life Worth her life What is more worth than money? Silence. The detective is seated in front of me, skeptical. He doesn’t believe that it is as simple as it is: ‘’I found this black notebook at this regular coffee shop I go to everyday.’’ He fills my cup of water and tell me that this woman, the owner of this notebook, could clearly be in danger. ‘’I mean, you red it too, you have nothing to lose to tell me everything’’. I honor his stubbornness by repeating myself again. Lucky for him, I am very patient: ‘’ I was seated next to her, she stood up and left. I noticed the notebook, looked pretty used and old. I grabbed it and shout at her but she ignored me and left. So here I was, stuck with it’’. He asks me why I use the term ‘’stuck’’ and then says again that I have nothing to lose. Irritated and flattered to be deserving this classical phrase a second time, I tell him about my living dream life: ‘’ I am homeless as you know. For fifteen years. People walking by you, not even noticing. Thinking that if you are too thirsty, you’ll always have your own piss to count on. I mean, I am the victim here!’’ The detective stands up and walks in circle, preoccupied. After few minutes, he sits again and says: ‘’ We all have our piss to count on. The nuance here is that some people have much more choices than you before having to count on their piss. What I see here is a man tired of feeling helpless. I understand, you wouldn’t give easily a life changing day like this.’’ I look at my cup and show that it is empty. ‘’You wouldn’t want me to piss in it, right?’’ He rolls his eyes and asks for water. I know what he wants. He won’t get it. We both feel the tension and we know it. Some other agent comes in with the water. I don’t even look at him as he fills our cups. The detective whispers something in his ear while looking at me. He leaves the room and as he comes back, the detective says: ‘’We’ll get to the bottom of this.’’ He shows me the notebook before opening it. Concentrated as he looks, I am surprisingly not scared. After few minutes, he closes it. He tells me how curious it is and asks me to write something on a paper he hands me. I laugh at the situation as he stays serious. He can’t rely on this. This woman was in trouble when she wrote that and I am perfectly calm. I give him back his paper with my writing. He smiles as he reads it: ‘’Can I have some water?’’ He looks at me, a look I can’t describe. He doesn’t move at all while fixing me. ‘’Did you know that some kinds of fishes can change their genitals just to manipulate their surroundings? I mean, fishes! Clearly, you are smarter than a fish and I have this feeling I can’t ignore.’’ I accuse him of thinking I am lying about being homeless. ‘’See? You up the game. The most valuable thing you can wish for is money. Now, you get this very graphic notebook with horrible things this woman wrote. Things clearly awaiting her, asking for help and you didn’t move at all. If it wasn’t for the waitress who taught it was weird seeing those drawings, you wouldn’t be here.’’ I begin to suspect that I was followed but I don’t show it. They won’t get me and if they do, I won’t be the only one. ‘’ Either you are yourself in danger or… As I said, money is at the end, precisely twenty thousands dollars, right?’’ I tell him that I can leave if they have nothing on me. ‘’ I mean, look at this! It can be someone writing and drawing in this with drugs in the system. I don’t know. You think I would be this apathic guy who would leave a poor woman in danger for some money.’’ He replies fast: ‘’ Or for your life.’’ He thanks me for my time and let me leave the police establishment. The first thing I do is find a place to take a piss and start to walk nowhere in particular.
By Cristina Garant5 years ago in Criminal
