The fight

'It's not going to defeat me... it can't defeat me...'

Beatriz found herself facing again her usual antagonist. She glared at the opponent in silence for a few minutes, absorbed by complex thoughts she couldn't put in order and only made more difficult the arrival of a new battle. She breathed agitated, almost crying in despair for seeing the enemy in front of her, as cold as usual, lacking of emotions. In nights like that she couldn't do more than hate the foe.

The night kept going on, fading with every turn of the clock. She was still captive of the ideas, watching her opponent while lighting a new cigarette though it wouldn't calm the anxiety that invaded her knowing she couldn't do anything. Hours had passed when at last she could threw herself against the enemy to end the torture. She wasn't going to be defeated, she couldn't be defeated.

***

A new day was starting. Beatriz smiled satisfied while rushing to get ready. Minutes later she was leaving her home, and though she was exhausted she couldn't do more that feel joy for having in her hands the last essay of the term.

The whole night she battled against the computer and now she could finally say she was on free.