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I knew that getting rid of him was in her favor as well, to be able to live freely,
but I didn't guarantee What'd be her reaction, as he was her almost only source
of income, which made me unsure of her point of view.. I'd prefer to know what
she'd got without telling her my reasons..
Washing my face made me feel a little better.. Looking at my tired face in the
mirror, I realized that I looked like someone who just got out of jail, and that
was when I heard screams outside the bathroom..
I went out quickly to find a young man shouting beside one of ladies room, and
beside him was a fat old woman, and several people arguing together.. On the
floor there was a thread of blood sneaking from the room to outside.. From few
scattered words I heard, I knew that the story was about a girl who closed the
room and killed herself.. Didn't find that my standing would be of any help
since the girl's story was over and she got a final rest from this life and its
conflicts, so I decided to pass across this gathering, but a guy stopped me..
- Excuse me..? Can you call an ambulance..? The café's phone is dead..
A silly thought of answering coldly: (Why don't you use your own phone)
crossed my mind, but the tense situation was in no need for this, so I got my
phone out and called the number, and after a minute a depressed guy who
probably hated his life and wife and all humanity answered me..
I told him in quick words that the girl was dying and we needed serious quick
help, to make it sound dangerous enough for him to send someone quickly..
We decided to close the door of the room so that no one gets scared from the
scene, if someone happened to pass beside it, and because I felt that death had
its sanctity.. Her body shouldn't be a show for the people passing by.. Not being
able to protect her body from nosy eyes anymore didn't mean we shouldn't do
it..