VivianINTERMEZZO
September 14th 2007 13:56
I wanted to leave. Not only because I couldn’t stand the situation anymore, but also because God told me to do so. He talked to me in my dreams and I knew, leaving was the only right thing to do.
I hadn’t much to take with me I took my nap-sack and filled it with a chunk of bread and my knife.
I wished I had more, but everything else had been burned down in the fire. I felt lonely and devastated.
A tears was rolling down my cheek when I thought about my beloved family. I would carry them in my heart now and forever wherever I would go.
When I left it poured it down. Thick clouds where above me and everything seemed to be gray.
It might also have come from all the ashes around me.
I do not remember which direction I chose, East, West, South or north. T that time I simply didn’t care.
I kept on strolling around for hours and hours. After a day or so I reached a forest, where I had to hack my way through. Twigs scratched my naked arms and legs and the blood started running down my body. But I didn’t feel even the tinniest hint of pain. I had already suffered too much.
On day two I approached a well-known area. The air was closed and I felt a strong need for water. I knelt down on the crystal lake and filed my hands with water, but memories prevented me from drinking. My throat tightened. This was the lake my brother had shown me before. It wasn’t full of water but full of memories. This was the place where he told me his dream: ‘One day’, he said, ‘one day I want to see the ocean.’ And now he would never see anything again in his life.
Again and again my mind reviewed the scene when the house had caught fire. I saw my brother’s desperate eyes searching for help. Again and again.
I have never felt so lonely in my life. When I had left I didn’t really know where to go, but now I knew. The lake and the memories gave me the answer.
I pulled myself up and went towards the ocean.
I knew my journey would be long and exhausting, but I never thought it to be so lonely.
Nights were even worse. The only thing I ever heard were my own desperate screams; screams for motivation and help.
Al I got was a poor echo even lonelier than me.
I don’t remember how long I walked or if it was real, but one day at the fall of dusk, I realized I had finally arrived.
This was the first time I saw the ocean and I saw it through my brother’s eyes.
A great peace filed my body and heart.
I ripped off all my clothes and dived into the ocean. The smooth and warm water surrounded my body. I had never felt so free in my life.
When I fell asleep on the beach it was almost dark. I listened tot eh constant rhythm of the waves. It was like music to my ears.
I took my knife and stabbed it into my chest and when the blood started running I knew, I had finally arrived.
I hadn’t much to take with me I took my nap-sack and filled it with a chunk of bread and my knife.
I wished I had more, but everything else had been burned down in the fire. I felt lonely and devastated.
A tears was rolling down my cheek when I thought about my beloved family. I would carry them in my heart now and forever wherever I would go.
It might also have come from all the ashes around me.
I do not remember which direction I chose, East, West, South or north. T that time I simply didn’t care.
I kept on strolling around for hours and hours. After a day or so I reached a forest, where I had to hack my way through. Twigs scratched my naked arms and legs and the blood started running down my body. But I didn’t feel even the tinniest hint of pain. I had already suffered too much.
On day two I approached a well-known area. The air was closed and I felt a strong need for water. I knelt down on the crystal lake and filed my hands with water, but memories prevented me from drinking. My throat tightened. This was the lake my brother had shown me before. It wasn’t full of water but full of memories. This was the place where he told me his dream: ‘One day’, he said, ‘one day I want to see the ocean.’ And now he would never see anything again in his life.
Again and again my mind reviewed the scene when the house had caught fire. I saw my brother’s desperate eyes searching for help. Again and again.
I pulled myself up and went towards the ocean.
I knew my journey would be long and exhausting, but I never thought it to be so lonely.
Nights were even worse. The only thing I ever heard were my own desperate screams; screams for motivation and help.
Al I got was a poor echo even lonelier than me.
I don’t remember how long I walked or if it was real, but one day at the fall of dusk, I realized I had finally arrived.
This was the first time I saw the ocean and I saw it through my brother’s eyes.
A great peace filed my body and heart.
I ripped off all my clothes and dived into the ocean. The smooth and warm water surrounded my body. I had never felt so free in my life.
When I fell asleep on the beach it was almost dark. I listened tot eh constant rhythm of the waves. It was like music to my ears.
I took my knife and stabbed it into my chest and when the blood started running I knew, I had finally arrived.
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Intermezzo: those stories are short stories, not meant to be real in any way...
thats why the category is "writing" instead of "parenting".
Sorry for any confusion and thanks for a strong but anonymous comment on a fiction story...
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