Prologue
Time
Tick….tick…tick….tick the hands of a clock keep going even if we die. People may regret the time they waste but, that does not stop them from wasting it. People want more time but, for what? To spend more time with their family, live a better life, or just hold the person they love a little longer. But sadly it does not make a difference in how we live a life, or the family who loves you, not even the person you love can make a difference in time we have. Life is a joke. From the minute we are born to the minute we die, it is nothing but, one big mistake. We are rise to believe that life is a test and when we die are dreams come true if we past our test but, what they forget to tell you. Is that if we fail the test, then we are sent into the flames of our nightmares, where we suffer an endless hell of bitterness and agony. But my question is what happens to the people who live a life without passing or failing the so call test of life. Do they get other chances in life or do they fade from existents because they could not pass or fail a simple test. Do they fade from the world because they don't belong anywhere? Because if that is the answer to my question, than what is point of my existents in this world? What was the point in dying for someone else, our life wasted for nothing.
Answer me!
Answer me!
Answer me!
Claudio….You BASTARD, answer me! Did we waste our life for nothing?
Catino! Can I ask you something? How did we end up here?
You answer my question with other question. Now, why do you ask me a question you already know the answer to? Don't you think asking me that question is wasted of time? Did you forget you and I, are the same person. I am just the part of you that wonders. Why did you give up your life for someone else? I am the part that is the truth of your heart, your soul, everything that makes you a person. But even with truth you hide behind a mask, to protect yourself from ugly truth. You are truly a mad person, you make me laugh.
Enough! Please Catino, just tell me! Even if I am a mad person, how did we end up here?
Such a sweet dream becomes a nightmare. Do you think because we are mad, that our dreams are nothing more than a nightmare? Claudio do you think if I tell you how we ended up here, well it make you feel better. Even if you know the answer, you ask me anyways.
Yes, Even if I know the answer to my question. I just want to talk to someone.
Fine! I well you tell you our story behind our down fell. But remember some stories are better if they are not repeated.