Well, you can believe me or not , but I'll tell you my story.
One day I was walking in the forest with my friend Carola, near my house.
She started to say strange things in another language, at the start I laughed, but after 2 minutes I looked back and I saw her on the floor with a knife stabbed in her arm, and she was shouting , I tried to help her, but it was so late, something strange had attacked her and she died in my hands.
I started to run away from her body to my house, and there I phoned the police,my family, my friends.... nothing, no one took my phone call , so I decided to stay in my house, trying to forget. 10 years alone, without a sound. One day I woke up, and I saw my friend's body next to me.
I started to shout and I went to the city, no one believed me, they said that they had seen Carola every day at the supermarket, at the school...
I was mad, they told me. I decided to commit the biggest mistake in my life; I went to the cliff and I fell (jumped) down. I remember how my body broke on the rocks and how my friend Carola tried to stop me... nothing.
And now from death I understand everything, I was mad.
