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𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖔

Me acuerdo que desde que era muy pequeño, no recuerdo la edad exacta, siempre fui el patito feo de la familia y siempre me lo hacían recordar en mi casa. Mis dos hermanos mayores se vivían burlando constantemente de mi apariencia.

Era de baja estatura y rasgos como de duende, así solían decirme, el duendecillo y eso no cambió cuando crecí. En la escuela los apodos como duende, horrible, orco, entre otros, no se hicieron esperar. Mis compañeros de clase eran sumamente crueles conmigo ya que se burlaban constantemente de mi aspecto alegando que yo era la peor escoria que pudo pisar la escuela y ellos la perfección.

Yo hacía como que no me importaba y también me reía pero por dentro me sentía muy angustiado y lo peor era que a mis hermanos la pubertad los había ayudado. Ellos eran muy altos y guapos, nadie daba crédito de que fuéramos de la misma familia, parecía como si a la hora de repartir la genética a mí me tocó la peor parte. Las chicas no se me acercaban nunca, ellas siempre me rechazaban, lo que hizo que mi actitud hacia ellas fuera tímida, me costaba hablarles incluso para pedirles algo prestado o simplemente saludarlas amistosamente.

-¡Malditos estereotipos de belleza que implantan asquerosas ínfulas en los cerebros de los idiotas!- , me decía a mi mismo cada vez que alguna palabra de agresión hacia mi persona salía de la boca podrida de alguien que me rodeara mientras el viento, en silencio, se llevaba mi sufrimiento como si no valiera nada.

Cuando crecí, me puse a estudiar administración de empresas, ah sí, no lo mencioné, era el más feo de la clase pero también era el más listo. Mis calificaciones sobresalían siempre, en eso no puedo quejarme era el favorito de los docentes y eso no cambió en la universidad, me gradué con honores y fui adquiriendo prestigio gracias a mis conocimientos y manejo excelente de administración en compañías.

era por mi dinero y no porque me quisiesen, así que por dentro , aun me sentía triste y vacío. Por mi cama pasaban decenas de mujeres pero ninguna fue especial.

-¡Ya no lo soportaba!, ¿Qué tan miserable quería la vida que fuese?- , maldecía siempre con el mismo discurso a la vida por tan cruel destino que me tocó.

Mi depresión era tan fuerte que ni todo el dinero del mundo lo compensaba, mi soledad me estaba matando . Con lagrimas que recorrían mis mejillas, un pecho oprimido que apenas me permitía respirar y con un par de botellas de Vodka encima, tomé una decisión .

Una mañana fresca y nostálgica, me dirigí al puente de la ciudad para lanzarme y así acabar con este sufrimiento de una vez por todas, pero segundos antes de lanzarme escucho una voz que grita:

-¡No lo hagas ¡! Por favor no!-

Me di media vuelta y era una mujer, ella llorando me suplicó que recapacitara y no sé como pero me convenció, y ahí mismo me puse a llorar desconsoladamente, ella muy amablemente me abrazó y me invitó un café. Nos fuimos a una cafetería cercana y le conté lo miserable que me sentía, que sentía que yo no valía nada, que no tenia a nadie especial que realmente me quiera. Ella me dijo que eso no era así que yo valía mucho pero que no lo podía ver porque no podía ver a través de la venda de rencor y desasosiego que había tejido durante muchos años sobre mis ojos.

Me acuerdo que ella en ese momento tomó mi mano y me sonrió, creo que ese fue el momento exacto donde empecé a creer que la vida me estaba sonriendo por primera vez, ya que desde ese día no dejamos de vernos ¡Era una inequívoca señal de que debía seguir viviendo!

La mujer se llamaba Lucia, y al cabo de unos meses comenzamos la relación más hermosa que pude tener, era perfecta , era la primera vez que me enamoraba de una mujer y me sentía mejor que nunca.

Jamás se burló de mi apariencia, siempre me hacía sentir amado, me cuidaba, me hacía obsequios y ustedes pensarán lo mismo que pensé yo al principio , que ella estaba conmigo por mi dinero ,pero no, y eso lo comprobé porque ella tenía aún más dinero que yo, era dueña de muchos campos que heredó de su padre . A pesar de todo el dinero que tenía era muy humilde , vivía en un pequeño departamento en el centro, muy bonito pero pequeño, yo siempre me quedaba a dormir allí y en los días que pasábamos juntos en ese lugar siempre me demostraba todo el amor que me tenía, nunca dejaba de hacerme ver lo valioso que era para ella. Hasta deje de comer comida chatarra ya que ella me cocinaba mucha comida saludable que era orgánica . Dejé de tener problemas de salud, ya que yo solía sufrir mucho del estómago y colesterol, pero todo eso , junto a mi soledad habían desaparecido gracias a Lucia. Era como vivir en un sueño, pero todo eso cambio una tarde de un domingo lluvioso.

Me acuerdo que ese día todo transcurría de forma normal. Desayunamos, vimos televisión, almorzamos e incluso nos bañamos juntos, solo noté que ese día en particular Lucia tenía una actitud muy extraña . No soltaba el celular en ningún momento y cada tanto la descubría viendo por la ventana, le preguntaba si estaba todo bien y ella me decía que sí, que solo le gustaba ver la lluvia, así que deje de prestarle atención a esas cosas y me relajé aunque su actitud me inquietaba . Los sentimientos de inseguridad me invadieron nuevamente: -¿Y si tiene otro hombre?- , pensé mientras ella sonreía al ver el celular pero esfume esos pensamientos catastróficos de mi mente. Ella no era así, lo sabia.

Entrada la tarde Lucia preparó té, como de costumbre, siempre tomábamos té por las tardes. Mientras bebíamos conversábamos y los pensamientos de si me engañaban daban vueltas por mi cabeza. Preferí arreglar esta duda que me carcomía preguntándole directamente pero en un momento me comencé a marear, le dije a lucia que me sentía muy mal , todo me daba vueltas y parecía que el estomago se me iba a salir del cuerpo así que ella me recostó pero no aguanté y me desmayé.

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Estaba cocido , como si me hubieran abierto y suturado, no sabía que estaba pasando, pero en ese momento sonó mi celular, al mirarlo veo que es un mensaje de Lucia. Las palabras que contenían ese mensaje me dejaron traumado de por vida y hasta el día de hoy tengo pesadillas con lo sucedido.

En el mensaje decía:

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“Lo siento mi amor, desde el principio fuiste un negocio, las personas como tu son presas fáciles. No me veras nunca más en tu vida así que es inútil que me busques, la verdad llegue a encariñarme un poco contigo, así que te dejé parte de la ganancia que obtuve con tu riñón en la mesita de la habitación, de verdad lo lamento , perdón por engañarte, cuídate mucho ahora que te falta una parte, pero quiero que sepas que en lo único que no te mentí en todo este tiempo fue que realmente eres muy valioso, cada parte de ti vale una fortuna”.

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊

I remember that since I was very young, I don't remember the exact age, I was always the ugly duckling of the family and I was always reminded of it at home. My two older brothers were constantly making fun of my appearance.

I was short and had goblin-like features, that's how they used to call me, the little goblin, and that didn't change when I grew up. At school, nicknames like goblin, horrible, orc, among others, were not long in coming. My classmates were extremely cruel to me as they constantly made fun of my appearance claiming that I was the worst scum that could walk the school and they were perfection.

I pretended not to care and laughed too but inside I felt very distressed and the worst thing was that puberty had helped my brothers. They were very tall and handsome, nobody believed that we were from the same family, it seemed as if when it came to distributing genetics I got the worst part. Girls never approached me, they always rejected me, which made my attitude towards them shy, I found it hard to talk to them even to borrow something or just say hello in a friendly way.

-Damn beauty stereotypes that implant disgusting conceits in the brains of idiots!-, I would say to myself every time a word of aggression towards me came out of the rotten mouth of someone around me while the wind silently carried my suffering away as if it were worthless.

I remember that once I fell madly in love with one of my classmates, we were classmates for years and I always loved her in secret. That woman made me sigh the most sincere sighs, especially when I saw her dark brown skin and emerald green eyes, but I made the mistake of telling one of my so-called friends. He told her and obviously the mockery of the whole school became even worse, she despised me, oh, I could feel her hatred to the bone, as if I was a monster who could not lay his eyes on a beautiful maiden, yes, I was really having a bad time, high school was the worst stage of my life.

I had to go to therapy after finishing it because my self-esteem was at rock bottom and I was suffering from a strong depression.

When I grew up, I started studying business administration, oh yes, I didn't mention it, I was the ugliest in the class but I was also the smartest. My grades were always outstanding, in that I can not complain, I was the favorite of the teachers and that did not change in college, I graduated with honors and I was acquiring prestige thanks to my knowledge and excellent management of management in companies.

I had become an excellent professional, I even started working in a very prestigious multinational company and there I began to earn a lot of money. By the time I was 30 years old, I had become the president of that company and my next project was to found my own company. I also had women, despite my looks, which had not changed much by the way, but they were all dying to date me.

-If only those bastards who dared to make fun of me could see me! If only they could see me, triumphing and many of them sunk in misery thanks to their poor minds!-.

But, in truth, I was deceiving myself, for there was no greater misery than what I was suffering. I knew that if now, someone came to me,

It was because of my money and not because they wanted me, so inside, I still felt sad and empty. Dozens of women passed by my bed, but none of them was special.

-I couldn't stand it anymore, how miserable life wanted me to be?-, I always cursed life with the same speech for the cruel destiny I had.

My depression was so strong that not even all the money in the world could compensate for it, my loneliness was killing me. With tears running down my cheeks, a tight chest that barely allowed me to breathe and a couple of bottles of Vodka on top of me, I made a decision.

One cool and nostalgic morning, I went to the bridge of the city to jump and end this suffering once and for all, but seconds before I jumped I heard a voice shouting:

-Don't do it! Please don't!-.

I turned around and it was a woman, she was crying and begged me to reconsider and I don't know how but she convinced me, and right there I started crying inconsolably, she very kindly hugged me and invited me a coffee. We went to a nearby coffee shop and I told her how miserable I felt, that I felt that I was worthless, that I had no one special to really love me. She told me that this was not so, that I was worth a lot but that she could not see it because she could not see through the bandage of resentment and uneasiness that had been woven over my eyes for many years.

I remember that at that moment she took my hand and smiled at me, I think that was the exact moment when I began to believe that life was smiling at me for the first time, because since that day we never stopped seeing each other, it was an unmistakable sign that I should continue living!

The woman's name was Lucia, and after a few months we started the most beautiful relationship I could have, it was perfect, it was the first time I fell in love with a woman and I felt better than ever.

She never made fun of my appearance, she always made me feel loved, she took care of me, she gave me gifts and you will think the same thing I thought at the beginning, that she was with me for my money, but no, and I proved it because she had even more money than me, she owned many fields that she inherited from her father. In spite of all the money she had, she was very humble, she lived in a small apartment downtown, very nice but small, I always stayed there to sleep and in the days we spent together in that place she always showed me all the love she had for me, she never stopped making me see how valuable I was to her. I even stopped eating junk food because she cooked me a lot of healthy food that was organic. I stopped having health problems, as I used to suffer a lot from stomach problems and cholesterol, but all that, along with my loneliness had disappeared thanks to Lucia. It was like living in a dream, but all that changed one rainy Sunday afternoon.

I remember that day everything was going normally. We had breakfast, watched TV, had lunch and even took a bath together, I only noticed that on that particular day Lucia had a very strange attitude. She would not let go of her cell phone at any time and every now and then I would catch her looking out the window, I would ask her if everything was okay and she would say yes, that she just liked to watch the rain, so I stopped paying attention to those things and relaxed even though her attitude made me uneasy . Feelings of insecurity came over me again: -what if she has another man?- , I thought as she smiled at the sight of the cell phone but I vanished those catastrophic thoughts from my mind. She wasn't like that, I knew.

Late in the afternoon Lucia prepared tea, as usual, we always had tea in the afternoons. As we drank we chatted and thoughts of whether I was being cheated on went round and round in my head. I preferred to fix this doubt that was eating me up by asking her directly but at one point I started to feel dizzy, I told Lucia that I felt very bad, everything was spinning and it seemed that my stomach was going to leave my body so she laid me down but I couldn't hold on and I fainted.

When I woke up, I was a little groggy, maybe my blood pressure had dropped, I tried to call Lucia but she didn't answer me: I tried to call Lucia, but she didn't answer me: - Did she go with the other one, damned pessimistic thoughts!-.

When I tried to get up I realized that I was not in my bed, but in the bathtub submerged with many ice cubes, the water was so cold that I couldn't feel my body, that's why I didn't realize immediately that I was there, I was already purple from the cold, who knows how long I was there, but **-How did I get here, did Lucia put me here while I was unconscious? It couldn't be, why would she do this to me?

I didn't understand anything but I had to get out of here if I didn't want to die of hypothermia, so I hurried to get out, I put on my bathrobe, but... when I started to warm up, a sharp pain in the right side of my abdomen, cut my air and when I looked I felt the horror in person.

I was cooked, as if I had been opened and stitched, I did not know what was happening, but at that moment my cell phone rang, when I looked at it I saw that it was a message from Lucia. The words contained in that message left me traumatized for life and to this day I have nightmares about what happened.

The message said:

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"I'm sorry my love, from the beginning you were a business, people like you are easy prey. You will never see me again in your life so it is useless to look for me, the truth is that I became a little fond of you, so I left part of the profit I got with your kidney on the table in the room, I'm really sorry, sorry for deceiving you, take care now that you are missing a part, but I want you to know that the only thing I did not lie to you all this time was that you are really very valuable, every part of you is worth a fortune ".

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