In the past I do not deny you that when my dearest aunt had cancer, I found myself in a crisis, I spent 3 years looking for a job and lived with her, between her reproaches for being lazy at first sight and for the ailments of her physical health and mentally, I was forced to pay attention to a friend who trafficked some pills that at that time were unknown to me, they had a luminous layer, which was quite noticeable in the maximum darkness, yes, they were ecstasy, but my friend only made me traffic them , he never explained to me directly that they were ecstasy, I only know that he took them to people who dealt with a lot of stress, for different reasons.
The pills were called PAIN, and they simply detailed in the description the pain they cured... it was my 5th day taking the pills, I just went with a taxi driver and went home. I collected my money at the time of delivery, the next day I put the remaining money to my supplier friend, it was a very good deal...
Santa
- And in conclusion Lyan, should I believe everything you've told me? How did your aunt end? Where does she come into this story?
Lyan:
-Baby cute, I paid for my aunt's 6 months of chemotherapy, with the help of her 2 children, it was quick money, very quick, but like all good things, it can't be THAT GOOD... and one would come out clean, well, for me friend "the supplier", someone who did dirty business with him, shot him in the head...
I remember that a year after being fully involved in the business, prostrated on his balcony, my friend was shot point-blank, according to the police investigation, his wife was gagged and one of their children was caught coming out from school, and they kidnapped him to join him with his mother the day after his father's death, 2 children were on vacation at his grandmother's house, that's why they couldn't hurt him, since his grandmother lives in Ireland, that's his maternal grandmother.
Santa:
Lyan, your story is very nice, but what about your aunt? What happened to her? And by the way, I already have a lot to think about, and I don't want you in my presence, your story doesn't quite convince me.
Lyan:
Well, my aunt died 2 years after giving her chemotherapy, her body did not resist, the cancer was already spreading through almost all her organs, and well, in one of those very cold winters, I lost her earthly presence, but in my heart always inhabits the warmth of your soul. Sometimes I feel like he talks to me at night, and it's what keeps me calmer and away from bad and negative things...
Sants:
Ok Lyan, your wound, it's still bleeding, I'm going to heal you, and you're going to let me sleep, I heard some footsteps, and some whinnies, I smell a horse nearby, it must be some kind of security, that's your chance to leave my house, attend to the window, while I heal you...
-At that exact moment, Lyan prostrated himself on Santa's window, shedding tears that ran down his hands and chest, but in the distance, he saw a shadow in the mist, which allowed him to appreciate a hat, the rest were paws. a caramel-colored horse, whose eyes shone in the dark... in a way that caused a lot of fear, it seemed haunted, although this could also be the cause of Lyan's hallucinations, who had put his ecstasy pill, to despite reprimands from Santa. *Author's voice*
The man with a wide hat and tight pants to his voluminous body, dismounts and ties up his horse a couple of meters from the entrance of Santa's home...
With a thirsty face and broken lips, he knocked on the door, at that time, it was already 5 in the morning and the sun could hardly be seen, it seemed at night, very late at night.
-Lyan received healings from Santa, and in the middle of them, he felt some punches and some pulls in his body, in his deepest and most sensitive entrails, he experienced a mixture of pain that led him on an indescribable psychedelic trip... that resonated in his brain, he felt an electric shock in his hands, and a strange massage on his face...