Mas é impossível dizer a dor que estou sentindo nesse momento. Ser triste não é tão bonito assim quanto na poesia. Às vezes é preciso de dor, ter o coração arrancado com toda ignorância de si próprio para fazer ou citar um texto para abalar as alicerces do arranha-céu de alguém, muitas vezes para essas pessoas é confortante, pois elas sabem que não são somente elas que sentem aquilo, eu escrevo pois quero mostrar as pessoas o seguinte: Você não está sozinho. Mesmo que eu não o conheça cada texto penso um pouco em você, penso na dor que deve estar sentindo, eu sei como é isso, eu sinto dor todos os dias.
Four more journalists have been charged with felonies after being arrested while covering the unrest around Donald Trump’s inauguration, meaning that at least six media workers are facing up to 10 years in prison and a $25,000 fine if convicted.
Matt Hopard. Photograph: Handout
A documentary producer, a photojournalist, a live-streamer and a freelance reporter were each charged with the most serious level of offense under Washington DC’s law against rioting, after being caught up in the police action against demonstrators.
The Guardian learned of their arrests after reporting on Monday that the journalists Evan Engel of Vocativ and Alex Rubinstein of RT America had also been arrested and charged with felonies while covering the same unrest on Friday morning.
All six were arraigned in superior court on Saturday and released to await further hearings in February and March, according to court filings. The Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) said late on Tuesday that charges against journalists who were covering the protests should be dropped.
“These charges are clearly inappropriate, and we are concerned that they could send a chilling message to journalists covering future protests,” said Carlos Lauría, the CPJ’s senior Americas program coordinator. “We call on authorities in Washington to drop these charges immediately.”
Jack Keller, a producer for the web documentary series Story of America, said he was charged and detained for about 36 hours after being kettled by police at 12th and L streets on Friday morning and arrested despite telling officers that he was covering the demonstrations as a journalist.
“The way we were treated was an absolute travesty,” said Keller, whose cellphone has been kept by the authorities. Keller’s editor, Annabel Park, said: “It is a maddening and frustrating situation. These are people who were there observing and documenting.”
“Bill? What’s going on?” The scared brunette asked as she was backed into the wall of her room.
“You really are a stupid girl aren’t you Shooting Star?” The demon asked walking towards her, his eyes glowing red and an amused smile on his face.
Mabel choked back the sob in her throat. “N-no. I’m not. But what happened with you?”
Bill laughed and pulled a small knife out of his back pocket. “Did you really think I loved you all along? That a powerful being like me would love some low life scum like you?” He said putting the knife up to her neck.
Mabel held her breath and cried silent tears. ‘This can’t be happening’ she thought.
“Oh, but it is Shooting Star.” He smirked reading her mind. “I wonder how a little red would look around your neck.” Bill said beginning to press the blade into her skin.
Mabel cringed in pain and felt the hot sticky liquid fall down her neck.
Mabel sat up in bed, breathing heavily, crying and covered in sweat. She brought a shaking hand up to her neck and sighed when she felt nothing.
'It was just a dream’ she thought. 'I guess more like a nightmare.’
Mabel looked to her right where her blonde demon boyfriend slept. She wiped away her tears and laid back down. Mabel snuggled closer to him in the bed they shared in their month new house.
She buried her face into his chest and relaxed to his comforting heartbeat. Mabel froze as he wrapped his arms around her shivering body.
Bill kissed the top of her head. “What’s wrong my Star?” He whispered, half asleep and eyes still closed.
“I just had a nightmare.” She spoke into his bare chest.
“What about?” He asked.
Bill sat up and pulled Mabel up with him. His eyes stared into hers. “Nothing huh? I don’t think it was nothing.”
Mabel bit her lip as tears started to flow again. Bill wiped them off her cheeks with his thumb.
“Y-You became evil again.” She sniffed. “Y-You said you n-never l-loved me and called m-me stupid. T-Then you t-tried to k-kill me.” Mabel finished, flinging herself into the blonde.
Bill hugged her tightly as she cried. “My Shooting Star. I’m so sorry. But you know that’s not true right?” He kissed her head. “I love you more than the stars in the sky. And you’re one of the smartest people in the universe.” He whispered to her.
Mabel smiled up at him. “Thank you. I love you too.” She said still hugging him.
Bill smiled and laid them back down. He pulled Mabel close to him and rested his chin on top of her head. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes smiling.
Bill made sure she was peacefully asleep before shutting his eyes, never letting go of her as they slept.