LOGIN"Papa are you there? How is mom? ”I whisper quietly and look up at the sky.
A cool wind brushes my bare shoulder and leaves goose bumps on my skin. Like almost every night I stand on my balcony and look at the sky. There's a special reason I didn't want to live in town. Here, outside of all the people, I feel free and independent. Nobody can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me anything. Here I am to myself. I feel safer under the starry sky. As if someone would watch over me and protect me.
"Dad, can you hear me?" I whisper and at the end of the sentence my voice breaks off.
I don't expect an answer, a light wind would be enough for me as a sign that I am not alone.
"Do you see me?"
The wind blows from the side towards me and lets my hair float in the air for a brief moment. Then they fall back down my shoulder.
"So you've found me then," I say quietly and accept the wind as an answer.
"You know", I start to talk and imagine how he would stand in front of me and listen carefully to me.
“When I look at this sky, millions of stars look down on me. It almost seems to me as if they are eyes that shade me. Which of them are yours? ”I ask him, looking in the stars for an answer.
I imagine how he would stand next to me. He would smile at me through his glasses and lean calmly against the balcony railing.
“The days are getting shorter and shorter, the nights longer and colder. The world has grown so much bigger without you, ”I say desperately and feel my hands cling to the railing.
"Why didn't you take me with you?" I ask him and feel the tears forming in my eyes. "Then I would be much better now."
Instead of saying something, he gently places his hand on his heart and looks at me in despair.
“I remember every experience, every argument, every get-together. How you ran along the river with me in the summer, how we got a hamster at the animal shelter, how you read me from a book every evening, "I enumerate and can't stop tears from running down my cheeks.
"What do these damn books bring me now?" I ask my father and get angry. "Nothing helped me to understand why you are gone and why I am still here."
"Explain it to me!" I say desperately, get louder and beg for an explanation. "Tell me why you left me here."
His eyes glaze over and I can see how much he is suffering.
"I've been feeling so weak since you left me," I say, turning around so that he can't see me. “As if I were just a ghost that actually no longer exists.
While hot tears roll down my cheeks, I slowly calm down and look silently at the starry sky. I've let out my frustration now, now it's time to build a strong facade again.
“Do you remember how we used to watch the starry sky?” I ask my father and look at the moon.
“I could swear the stars aren't as bright as they used to be,” I say, the following sentence is like a whisper and drifts away with the wind. "As if they had lost their light."
"Papa", I say longingly and look for him through my light veil of tears.
“I miss your good night kiss. I need you to be close, I love you ”, I say longingly and forcibly close my eyes to hide more tears.
And when I open it again, he's gone. I realize all too quickly that I am alone again. With trembling lips and tears in my eyes, I place my hand on my chest and clench my fists. Then I relax it again, kiss the palm of my hand and blow the kiss in the sky, hoping it would reach my father and mother.
Exactly two hundred years ago this world looked different. People were grateful to nature, but were still threatened with extinction. There were more fables and animals in the world than humans. I still remember exactly how dangerous it was to live as a person in those times. Very rarely, and if so, then with great effort and good luck, a person lived until he discovered a white hair on his head. I just grew up when the person in me died.I had a family, six siblings, three of whom died in childbirth. I was the eldest son in the family, so I was responsible for my younger siblings. We lived in a small village, fearful of a fable attack every day. Of course we knew how to protect ourselves, but we were weaker than these magical beings. They're big, way too strong, and scary, or at least they used to be to me.The village had around two hundred people, large families and a few animals for slaughter. Everyone knew everyone and we all helped each other out. From time
My eyes get wet and the temptation to just walk in that door to hug her is very great. But I pull myself together because they are right. If it's true, and it's not just some stupid dream of mine, then I might really die. So I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and turn away from them. I stand in front of the locked door and look at the handle. For the last time I turn to my parents and memorize the picture exactly."I'll see you," I say resolutely.I try to smile strongly, turn the handle and go blind by the bright, white light. Shortly after that, I lose consciousness.It seems to me that I am asleep. As if my body was sleeping, but my mind was wide awake. I can't open my eyes, but my other senses work great. Immediately I know that I am outdoors, as the air smells very fresh and sweet. Since the rustling of leaves can be heard, I can imagine I am in a forest or something like that. I can feel fresh, wet grass under my fingers. The earth still fe
My feet carry me somewhere. But where? Everything around me is black. My eyes seem to be blind, there is no difference if I keep my eyes closed or if they are open. The darkness is bothering me. I don't like it when I don't know where I'm going. I try hard to recognize something, but it is in vain. I don't see, hear or smell anything. Am I dead? Is that the path that leads me to death?Since I jumped into the picture, I've been walking around in this darkness. Running seems like an eternity to me. The fear of having to keep walking without ever reaching a destination grows. But what else can I do? Stop? No, so I keep walking, hoping that nothing will jump on me from the side because I don't know where exactly I am.But when I suddenly see a small light in the distance, my feet start to run faster. Running evolves into jogging and jogging into running. The light gets bigger and bigger, and when I suddenly see two peopl
I put the painting on the floor so that I can watch it from above. It's hard to take your eyes off it, they stick to the picture, so to speak. But not only that doesn't make me look away, the picture surrounds a dangerous and at the same time an exciting atmosphere. It feels like a story is hiding behind the picture. Without thinking long, my fingers touch the red grass. I drive back in shock when I get a small electric shock. Confused, I touch it again, this time knowing not to flinch.I can easily feel how a pressure is released and my fingers slide into the picture. Completely perplexed, I find that my entire arm is gone. Am I dreaming? Have i lost my mind In fear I pull my arm out again and place it on my chest. I look at the mysterious picture full of questions.That can not be! This is not possible! I probably just fooled myself. But no damn it, my whole arm was in it. What should I do? Tell my uncle about it? He would mark me as crazy again. Damn! I get up with
As I predicted, my uncle hides in his and I in my room. We lick our wounds and try to calm down. I don't know what he's doing. He may be lying in bed watching TV or sleeping. Personally, I've been standing in front of the broken wall mirror in the bathroom since we arrived.I didn't take off my white dress or my shoes. I just stand there and look at my swollen cheeks and my gray-green eyes. It's quiet and I've made up my mind to finally digest the death of my parents. To digest properly. I'm tired of thinking about what life would be with them every day. I have to accept what is. I have to accept the truth that you can never come back. I'm slowly starting to worry about myself. I have to focus on myself and I have to get my life under control again.But today I still allowed myself to mourn, only today on the day of her death. From tomorrow on I finally have to pull myself together and change something about myself. I need to get confident and strong again. I know it c
The egg cannot be found, only by its chosen warrior,” he explains."So that's it. And you? Don't you have anything better to do? For example, reading your magic books and memorizing a few sayings instead of coming to me, even though you could have just written a letter? ”I ask.There must be a reason Garun is here. He's just as careful as I avoid him. So what else is there that he's hiding?"The egg will soon open ashram," he says seriously.“Only when there is war,” I say and want to get up because I can no longer control myself to be in the same room as him."Can't you see that?" He asks, getting louder and more excited.“It started a long time ago. King Lennard has so many evil forces at his side, he will stand against us and there will be a lot of blood, ”Garun says with a nervous expression."And if we do, we're stronger," I say confidently and turn around."Is that us?" He asks and his