I don't know how much longer I can bear this agony and despair for that damned woman. I don't know what's wrong with me, feeling this anguish and desperation, the pain of feeling her absence. I can't eat, sleep, or find peace because I hear her voice calling me. My body wants to obey her, like a dog following its master. The more I resist, the more pain I feel, it's an agonizing pain that brings no peace or tranquility. At night, my torture comes with the desire to go and find her, but I refuse to surrender to her, so I prefer to die from this pain, feeling as if a thousand pins are piercing my body, a pain that makes me writhe, something pressing down on me. My friend Hector, who's like a brother to me, takes care of me, even tying me to the bed so I won't go looking for her, or putting a bullet in my head just to find peace.
I've been to the best doctors, neurologists, psychiatrists, every kind of doctor there is, but I haven't found a cure for my ailment. I feel like I'm going crazy any minute now. I have dark circles under my eyes, I've lost weight, I feel tired, without energy, and little by little I feel my energy draining away. I just want a damn cure and to put an end to this ordeal.
But I have to pretend I'm fine, especially so my parents don't find out, and even more so my enemies. I'm Alex Russell Manrique, the eldest son of one of the most powerful mafia families. My father, Axel Russell, is known as "The Monarch," and together with my mother, Luiana Manrique, and my two brothers, we are an empire in the mafia, but I don't want them to know about my condition. Just then, Nana enters my room, full of concern because I haven't been able to eat anything.
Nana: Son, can I talk to you?
You know I've been your Nana since you were a baby. I haven't left your side since the Red Queen hired me, and you're like a son to me. But I'm very worried. I know you're trying to be strong, but I get more and more concerned about your condition every day. I talked to someone I trust about your case, and we've come to the same conclusion. Now I'm more certain than ever that someone is putting a curse on you. It must have been that woman. That's why I contacted an old acquaintance who's coming first thing tomorrow. He's a shaman, and I know he'll help you. Doctors can't cure this.
Alex: (Hopeful) I'm willing to do anything to get out of this agony. I don't care who it is, as long as I can go back to being the person I was. I don't like what I'm becoming, but if that woman is involved, I'll make her feel twice as bad, or worse (feeling angry). - As my Nana strokes my hair, because even though I feel desperate, I know it will get worse soon, because it gets worse at night. The marks on my wrists are more evident.
—Nana, you know you're my second mother — I say, leaning on her shoulder as she caresses my back.
After a horrible night full of pain, all I have left is the hope that this shaman can help me get out of this.
As I wait in the living room, I see an elderly man dressed in white, very simple, with a small bag, approaching and talking to Nana.
Hector: Are you sure about this? - he asks, intrigued, as he sits down and watches the old man enter.
Alex: I think Nana might be right. The doctors haven't done anything; every test I take comes back fine. This is very strange. At this point, I'll cling to anything to put an end to this. - I emphasize, looking at him as he pats my shoulder, until I see the old man in front of me. I felt a certain skepticism at first, as the man studied me from head to toe.
Nana: This is Lazaro. I know he'll help us (hopeful).
Alex: Nice to meet you. I hope you can help me. This is my friend Hector.
Hector: Nice to meet you, sir. - He extends his hand, which Mr. Lazaro shakes politely as the man observes me.
Lazaro: Can we go somewhere more private? - he asks seriously.
—They can come too — he adds.
Alex: Of course, follow me. But can you tell me what's wrong with me? - I ask, a little desperate, but without showing it too much. After all, he's a man I barely know. We start going up to my room, while he observes everything. Upon entering my room, he makes a certain gesture that intrigues me, as if he'd perceived something.
We all go in while he observes everything. He takes out a bracelet and starts praying something I don't understand. But he motions for me to come closer. While he recites prayers and chants that only he understands, I watch with skepticism and intrigue.
My Nana and my friend watch expectantly.
The man stands in front of me and looks at me with a concern that frightens me.
Lazaro: What I feared from the moment I walked in and saw you: they are working on you with powerful, dark magic. This person wants you for herself, wants to break your spirit, wants you to not eat or sleep. The more you resist, the more you will suffer... until she makes your heart stop. That's why you feel as if you have needles in your body, something pressing on you, that doesn't let you rest, day or night (seriously).
Alex: I feel my heart racing. It's the first time in months that someone understands how I feel.
—Can you help me? I'll give you whatever you want.—
Lazaro: I'm not here for your money. I'm here for your Nana; I owe her something. I'll be with you, I'll do everything I can to help you alleviate this, but I can't cure you. - He takes my hand and opens it.
This magic they're using on you is very powerful, and only the person who cast the spell or someone directly related to her can free you. But I only know one person who can do this kind of thing. You must find old Hilda Montenegro. For me to free you, I can only purify your body and your room, give you crutches to help you cope until you find Hilda and convince her to free you. This will give you temporary relief, but it will not cure you. I see that the person who did this is a woman with black hair. She wants you under her control, or dead, but don't seek revenge yet. I know what you're thinking, and you know it's because you only desire her.
He walks around my room, takes my pillow, and pulls something out of it that surprises us all. He starts to light candles and herbs from his bag while he chants, then gives me two amulets: two bracelets with black beads, one on my left foot and one on my hand, on the same side. Meanwhile, Hector orders my men to find Hilda Montenegro as soon as possible...
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