I had looked around before i felt in the middle of the living room. I was bleeding. My suit was covered in blood and it was really difficult to breathe.
''Brother, are you at home?'' a girl shouted from the top
''It is fantastic, because my sister will help me'' I thought.
She was coming down the stairs.
''Stop, there is no sister in my house. I live alone'' I looked around again. "It was not my house. I must have been confused with the houses''.
She was coming towards me.
my wounds were too deep for me to treat. I couldn't get up right then. it seemed as if i was in trouble again. She was standing at the door. I was trying to stand up, leaning against the bedside table.
"Such a pretty girl is meeting me. Today i am the luckiest man on the planet" that was the smartest thing i could say
what do you think about writing in English?
Do you like the begging?