Once more the sun rises behind Corcovado. Under the feet of the Christ the city wakes up; everything indicates a lovely day in Rio de Janeiro. As people get out for work and the cars start filling the streets Sarah wakes up. The noisy city woke her up. She was laid on the floor and even though it was morning already the room was very dark. The ground around her head was wet and she felt dizzy. Sarah opened her eyes slowly and took a look around; she knew that place very well, her living room. As she examined her surroundings she saw a broken bottle of vodka very next to her. She slowly got on her knees and breathed deeply; she put her face on her hands and asked herself:
“What happened?” she whispered.
“Bom dia*, Sarah.” Said a female voice.
Sarah looked at the voice’s direction and recognized her friend.
“Maria, what are you doing here?” She asked.
“Taking care of you!” Maria said softly.
“What’s going on?” Sarah said in a faint voice.
“Can you see the broken bottle?” Maria said, “Look more carefully…” She said. As Sarah stared at the liquid she could see small red spots among it; as her eyes ran through the red spots she could see that they became more and more dense until they formed lake next to her, next to the place her head was laid.
“Check you head, Sarah.” Said Maria coldly; she obeyed and touched the back of her head, she felt her hair dipped in a liquid. As she brought her hands to her eyes and saw, her face turned from a confused to a frightened expression.
“Maria, why am I hurt? Why am I covered in blood?” She said crying.
“Don’t worry, my friend. This blood is not yours.” Maria smiled evilly.
“Whose is it, than?” She replied.
“Your Boyfriend’s,” Maria replied, “I’ve hit him with the bottle and he fell over you. His blood spilled all around!” She laughed.
“You are crazy!” Sarah said crying.
“I thought you wanted to ‘take care’ of him! Don’t you remember? You told me he was a pain in your life!” She said.
Sarah took a piece of the broken glass in her hand and got up with great difficulty.
“Stay away from me!” She said.
“Sarah, I thought we were friends! I’ve done that for you!” Maria said giggling.
“You are sick! You killed my boyfriend!” Sarah drove towards Maria swinging the piece of bottle on her hand, but she was stopped by a knife on her belly.
“I’ve done it all for you!” Maria said calmly, “I’ve done it for us! He was keeping you away from me, he was keeping me away from my best friend! It was not fair; I needed you!” Maria held Sarah’s body and her clothes were soon crimson.
“I’ve done it for us, Sarah, I’ve done it for us…” She repeated.
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Bom dia= good morning.