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"How many times will it take for me to get it right? " Nestor was a young cheerful, funny, charismatic and very intelligent. He had the illusion of being an engineer and helps his family. When Nestor entered the school several of his colleagues did not tolerate his capacity. They were being mean to Daniel and one day beat him. Nestor was feeling desperate, had no friends and his family was very much needed. One day Nestors mother died and his dad left the house. Nestor was left alone in the world. Ana always try to be friends with Nestor, but he never noticed everything that she made for him. His despair grew and he felt that had nothing to live for. He had many dreams and none fulfilled... He disagrees with anyone. He doesnt believe the news. He never disliked people. He has a confusing problem. It appears to be raining. The third week of June 2011, Nestor decided he was going to die. He could not explain how it feels to have their days numbered. When you're nineteen and you decide you're going to die, the colors are more vivid and smells for first time catch your attention. Nestor's classmates did not suspect his inexorable demise of the world, but if they had a deeper look they would have been detected spots of pain, procrastination, hypocrisy, the reluctance of the last goodbyes that are scattered across the world. Forty Rivotril and a bottle of white wine would be killed. Nestor went to tub thinking that he would never wake up again. Sharp. Very,very sharp. Nine were the first cuts. Nestor once thought he could stand the pain and continued below. His hands were bleeding, of course, but not bleeding to die. And if not die bleeding, the rivotril and the bottle of alcohol were to be commission to take him to heaven. Eleven bled cut his right arm. Neither was enough blood gushing out. But he is crying. He crying because it hurt, he cried for afraid to not die. He wept over what he might happen if he was alive. From there, Nestor does not remember much of anything. Wrote the walls with horrible things. He stood in front of the mirror and with the same knife that slit his wrists and arms, cut her hair. Slowly painfully. The dried blood on his face.

The next day his only friend: Ana came to see him, found him and took him to the doctor. Saved his life. Ana helped his friend Nestor throughout his recovery. She gave him the love he never had and supported Nestor forever. Even though the sad heart was locked, someone was able to steal the feeling from the outside.