This story belongs to "A book of music".
"Friday, 6th May.
I went downstairs at the screech of my own voice, as if a desperation scream have been drowning in A flat sustained seventh diminished fifth, I did not hesitate, not for a moment nor an instant; I pulled out the bitter blade and with a single hit I stabbed it in her heart. Her terror moans almost hurt my senses with a pestilential stink that caused me nausea... I held her against the wall while beating her neck, waiting for her collapse. I couldn't stop from hitting until she fell off. Her blood stained my white shirt that now looked like a slashed bull's fur.
I left her on the floor with the care and tenderness that deserved while alive, I couldn't do any thing else. I cried madly over the corpse that was slowly evaporating, I wanted to go by the door; but I did not know what was on the other side, I was afraid that that spirit would try to subdue me again as when I took a part of it and it took a part of me, the most sensitive part of me.
What I had become now? In a horrible hybrid that I myself hated in a damned hybrid earth full of dreadful foes. I used to keep my anger sometimes; but other, I let it flow as the one I was now completely. Nevertheless, I felt growing and expanding myself. How many beings like me were there in the world? A lot, no doubt, but I did not know any and did not know where to look for. I felt alone... and alone I walked through the darkness of these doors..."
