Fear

Peter woke up, it was so cold. He looked around. "Where am I?" was his first thought. He stared at the window and recognized the old curtain his mother made.

But... "What am I doing in the bathroom?" He tried to stand up, but wasn't strong enough.

Peter closed his eyes again. Maybe he was still dreaming. Five minutes more and he would get up ready for another day. He was tired, last night was very hectic. Just more five minutes...

Last night? Suddenly he remembered something. Where was the blonde? What happened? Why was it so cold? What am I doing in the bathroom? What hell am I doing in the bathroom?

Peter opened his eyes. "What happened?" was his first thought. He looked around. It was so cold. He stared at the window. "What am I doing in the bathroom?" He looked down, ice. Ice? What am I doing in a bath full of ice? What hell did he and that wonderful blonde do last night?

He closed his eyes. Oh the blonde, what was her name? Alice, no it wasn't Alice. Andrea! Yes, he was quite sure her name was Andrea. But where was she? Was she gone? Without a word? Women... who can understand them?

Peter opened his eyes again. Just now he felt the pain in his chest. What was that? He couldn't get up. He looked down; the water was red in some points. He stared at the window; he stared at the old courtain. "I'm home... but what happened?" He looked around. Oh the blonde let a note near the bath, and the phone was there too. "Oh my God!" He remembered the urban legends he used to listen since he was a teenager. Suddenly he began to understand what happened.  

Fear, fear, fear! He felt his heart was going to jump out his mouth. "Jesus! No it can't be possible. I'm too young to die." He couldn't believe that wonderful blonde had the courage to drug him and... oh my God and how come she had the courage to take his kidney off?

Fear, fear, fear! How would he live without a kidney? What to do? He breathed deeply and got the note:

Good morning dear Peter. Last night was incredible. Sorry I had to go.

Oh, right now you may have already noticed you misst a kidney. I left the phone, call the ambulance.

Now that you woke up and read this note you have few hours.

Fear, fear, fear! It was so cold. Jesus! He stared at the old courtain. "Oh my God, I'm going to die". FEAR!!! He closed his eyes...

Peter opend his eyes. It was so cold. "Where am I?" was his first thought. He looked around. What happened last night? He stared at the window. It took some seconds to realize that... of course he felt asleep at the office again. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the computer screen.

BE CAREFUL!!!

That was the spam message.

Peter closed his eyes for some seconds and opened it again. He decided not to open his mailbox ever again.

Texto publicado na Revista Yawp - Edição 3/2008, do Departamento de Letras Modernas da Faculdade de Filosofia, Letras e Ciências Humana (FFLCH) da Universidade de São Paulo (USP)