What Can I Eat I Have Too Much Iron

short story - Between Shadows

Francisco began to feel worried about how his son, David, had been ignoring lately. Just beginning to talk about anything, as the young man distracted, looking alternately towards the corners of the house. Not paying any attention to anything his father said. Nor was scolding or talking point that was worth to retain the look of the child for more than a few seconds.

David's mother, her friends suspected that they were supplying drugs, because they repeatedly found his son with bloodshot eyes and erratic attitude, as if drunk, drugged, or crazy. She'd tried to sit down with him at the beginning of anything, but received no answers eventually submit to real interviews that could last for hours, in which David also no answer. For several months he avoided eye contact with anyone, and if you are faced with violence, crying silently, without complaint, without resistance, but without explaining anything to anyone. "But what's wrong!" He begged his mother, desperate, feeling that something serious happened to his son, but in turn suffer the worst of impotence at not being able to help. So suspicious of his school friends, who in his thirteen years began to take a dark and terrifying aspect. Who knows what he was involved in? Who could tell if those monsters would be misguided not thrive in the abyss of crime and drugs, dragging the story friendship to her poor innocent child?
thousand times
Francisco communicated to your concerns, but he gave no importance. He said all boys of that age seemed to offenders, although they were not, and if his son was rare it would be a hormonal issue or a frustrated love affair with a neighbor. However, as the days and accentuate the bizarre behavior of David, his father ended up worrying too, and in his last conversation with his son before the eyes of the young evasive digging in the corners and the questions left in the air unanswered Francisco broke down and took it by the collar. Firmly shaking, desperate, begged him to look into his eyes and he confessed what was happening, but the boy continued to stare into a corner, with a look of terror. The father brought his face close to David, focusing in detail on their pupils, and could not believe what he saw, reflected in the iris of her son was a dark and sinister figure, which, from a corner of the room , David smiled as he pointed threatening.