CHAPTER 011.

July 7, 2013.

"Silence in court, lawyers continue." The judge demands.

I never thought that this court would have too many people, my father's family was not missing any and my mother's was only me because her family was from another country. Exactly from Switzerland.

"The defendant Rose Galvan, is accused of murder in cold blood in the second degree." Demands the prosecution.

"My client is innocent, so I ask that the charges be dropped. She acted in self-defense." Now this is my mother's lawyer speaking.

I don't know what I was thinking, but what I am aware of now is that I no longer have anyone in my life, Rose has died to me since July 5.

Knowing that my mother was screwing with Bastian's father makes me want to vomit, the disgust I have for both of them is indescribable.

Celeste, Bastian's mother knew how to send me the message, now I can't stop crying and I don't know how I do it because I have two days that I don't eat, only once a day.

"Gentlemen jury, here is the evidence of how she killed her husband in cold blood, this was not in self-defense." announces the prosecutor.

Seeing her so calm in her chair, without showing regret makes me want to go kill her, how could she do this to me? My family hates me, you can see it in their eyes, they know that my father Carlos could never hurt Rose, so he let it hurt him.

My phone rings repeatedly, Rose's family You want to know how the case is going, I just ignore it but the day will come when I tell you everything I feel towards your dear Rose. They call her a bitch, a bitch and above all a murderer.

The news announced by all means what happened the night of July 5, I feel regret and shame for myself. I don't look people in the face anymore, I just can't.

"She had motives, which were to kill her husband because he was divorcing her and would take her daughter with him. You will wonder and her? Well, people like that are left alone." The white man who is defending the legal part of my father has known how to do his job.

"Objection, judge, you're rambling." Rose's lawyer demands.

"No, to his place." Demands the judge.

The trial process takes a long time, I already want to finish this, I do not want to continue seeing his disgusting face. She only has a satisfied face even though she doesn't show it, I know her so well, it gives me chills.

He never loved us, he never thought of us, he never saw my future after doing this.

The lawyer defends Rose against cloak and sword, the prosecutor wants to sink her without any scruples, the judge is only sitting watching what time this case ends to go for a walk or what do I know, for her it is just another case, and those of the jury watch carefully the two men arguing for good and evil, viewers wait for the opinion of experts dividing themselves into three criteria.

The first are only for gossip, the second want to see Rose dead, the third is me; I just want to go to my father's grave.

"Let the accused pass to the stirrup." All have been silent.

Only her chair when being moved by her is what is heard, she is moving slowly to the place where she should give the confection.

When they deign to reach the abutment, this is where the second massacre begins.

"You swear by God to adjust your conduct to the dictates of good; respect and ensure respect for the National Constitution and the laws issued by the Constitutional bodies; for whose fulfillment you commit your honor from now on. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? "

"Yes, I swear."

"If you do not do so, God and the country demand it of you."

A chill goes through my body, I can't stop looking at her. I look so much like her that I disgust. They all know it, they all murmur that I look like her, some think that I will become just like Rose, just thinking about it I want to kill myself.

"Mrs. Rose, tell me your version of the story." Says the lawyer who handles your case.

"Well, my ... Carlos got aggressive from one moment to another, he tried to hit me, I clearly dodged him, I wanted to leave the house because I was scared, obviously he was not going to allow it so he took me by my hair leading me inwardly, I began to cry desperately that was when he threw me into the dining room." He pauses, he's wiping his tears. "

"Easy, Mrs. Rose, we are with you." Says the lawyer.

The saddest thing of all was that nothing she alleged made any sense, she had no scratches, for that reason and for many other things I did not believe her for the world, this seemed so hypocritical that I wanted to vomit.

If people could read my thoughts they would wonder why I don't give them the sense of doubt, or simply because I'm so hard on the person who gave me life.

One, because I'm sure my father would never disrespect her, but Rose had been ten feet underground long ago. Second, for the same reason that life gave me, it also took such a birth and much more with what it is doing to me now.

"After that, he wanted to hit me more but I was able to get away from him by going to the kitchen, there we have a small room, but I wasn't going to have time, I just thought about defending myself, I didn't want to do it. I took the knife into my stomach, I was scared and I took it out immediately. He glared at me and for a moment I thought it would come over me. I had no choice and I stabbed him again, I just wanted to have dinner together with my family, I didn't want to do it." he says between sobs.

The questions continue and it is as if it were a robot, it answers calmly, it even amazes me with the patience that it answers each of the questions. It is torture.

I try not to despair, not to go crazy, I want to take things as they are but unfortunately I cannot.

I go out without anyone noticing, I go straight to the bathroom almost running. When it arrived, I felt suffocated that all I think about is what I have in my bag, the bottle that looks like a perfume, it occurred to me to do it one night before coming here to be able to go unnoticed amid so much security.

I do not think twice when I already have it in my throat, the liquid burns and I can only feel a bit of tranquility that sensation that it gives me because of its flavor is something that I clung to.

Alcoholic drink is not something that does me good, I know the damage it causes me, but I want to feel good and this makes it possible.

I clean myself well before going out, I try not to look at myself in the mirror, I just want to go out and go back to that place to end this. When I arrived, the interrogation was finished, I had been called to be a witness on both sides, the only family witness, the weight that fell on me was so frustrating that I no longer cared about anything. But it would do justice.