Rebeca Medina

Falling in love? To me, the strangest thing is letting go of myself. Feeling like I’m going down a roller coaster, and then I realize I’m not attached to the seat, but I don’t care, because I rely on him, and it’s OK. I don’t mean dependency, or submission, that’s bad, but trusting someone so much that you lose control. I feel like fighting beside him, for him, ruthlessly, not that I could die for him because I want to survive to stay together, yet I could kill for him… Then, when we come home, soaking wet in blood, sweat and dirt, I am willing to heal his wounds and look after him… Not talking, because there is nothing to talk… And I will have him watching me in my sleep, holding me tight, consoling me from my nightmares, caressing me and making me feel every thing’s alright. And then I know I’m in love and I’m screwed, so I hope it never happens to you. The end.

The air in the gas station was scorching and moist; it reeked of death, due to the two walkers trapped inside, tied by their ankles to the counter, close to the windows, so nobody would enter when they saw them. They had been trapped by a girl, who was now sitting on the floor, dripping wet in sweat, playing with a revolver. She was skinny, her skin dry and gaunt, her blond hair frizzy, her eyes sad and aimless. She had been playing with the gun for days now; she was sure she was turning crazy, but couldn’t or didn’t want to do anything about it. Lux was utterly tired of living, but for the first time she didn’t have the determination of killing herself. She was sure that loneliness, famine and inactivity would eventually end her without an effort. She didn’t know how long had she been on her own, but it had been definitely over a month. Maybe two. Her wounds were sure healing, both the outer and the inner, and she had grown up to be a survivor, with all the immoral acts it ...

  Hi everyone, this is a mirror blog to medrebeca.tumblr.com , where I'll publish all my writing in English. Here you will see chapters of my novel, "Black Spots", short stories, fan fiction, and random thoughts I put into words.  You can also check my blog in Spanish   Nice to meet you all.