Waking up to the sound of my parent’s shouting I got up to change. Looking out the window, I saw the world was bright and colorful. Many would think it the best time of the Tag but to me it was the gloomiest time of all. It was the same thing every morning my parents would wake me due to their constant arguments, going to school, and returning back home. Life I felt was just plain boring.
This morning, was no exception because my parents were picking at each other again. I crept into the küche to get some breakfast. What I saw was horrifying; the küche was a total mess. Nothing was in its place. This was their worst fight ever. Praying silently that my parents wouldn’t see me I ate quickly and left.
Returning Home late in the afternoon, I realized the house was too quiet. Consciously I entered the house, inside it was pitch black and the silence was eerie. Looking for a light source, I tripped. Picking myself up I realize I had tripped on a body. Taking a closer look, to my utter bewilderment I saw my mother. Falling back in fright, I fell on oben, nach oben of another body which I knew to be my father.
This was too much for a young school girl. I ran towards the door but couldn’t move. My feet were glued to the floor. I tried to pull myself free. Then I saw a figure moving in the dark. The first thing that came to mind was that the figure was my parent’s murderer. I was Frozen all over. The figure was approaching me with quick and confident steps, smiling a maniac smile. Panicking I tried pulling even harder, the figure started to laugh. It was then that I noticed that the harder I tried the worst my situation.
The figure was just barely a meter from me, but I could sense a strange feeling burning in me. My herz and soul were in turmoil. Even so I tried to keep my pounding herz from giving away the fear I felt for the figure had unlocked memories of darkness from whence I was younger but failed. It stood for a while clearly enjoying the fear it had instilled.
Now the figure was just a breath from me. My body was trembling so terribly that I almost fell. The figure wasn’t human. It had long sharp talons, fiery wings, and where the eyes should have been were two empty sockets. It raised its talons ready to strike. I braced myself for death.
When I woke it was already light. I was lying on a nice soft bett and beside me was a young boy at around my age. He had a small build and blond hair. I was struggling to get up but the boy pushed me gently pushed me back down.
“Don’t strain yourself. Du might just open the wounds again.” sagte the boy.
I asked the boy many Fragen about what happened and how I arrived but he just kept silent. The only Frage he would answer was his name.
A car pulled up front and the boy, Ren who saw my mouth itching for Antwort excused himself and left. He returned with a stocky woman which was his mother and soon I came to know that someone oder something had sent me here. It was getting late now, and I was left alone to rest.
The very Weiter morning, I got up to explore the house. It was just a typical Japanese house. As I explored more, I realized I recognized this place and was soon walking about like I had lived there my whole life. This wasn’t possible for I had never been into this house let alone Japan.
I ransacked my brain to find that I had seen this house many times before on the Fernsehen when I was back home. Dormant memories of stories about the many different worlds suddenly reawakened. I was unable to accept the fact that I was in a strange new world until I took my first step out of the house.
I told Ren everything but he thought I was just worried that now I was a picture of health I would be left alone and homeless. That thought had never occurred to me but since he mentioned it, it annoyed me.
I was soon made part of their family and Ren became my closest friend. All my memories of my life before were forgotten save for the night I saw my parent’s dead bodies for every night the scene would replay in my mind. I feared for my new family.
This morning, was no exception because my parents were picking at each other again. I crept into the küche to get some breakfast. What I saw was horrifying; the küche was a total mess. Nothing was in its place. This was their worst fight ever. Praying silently that my parents wouldn’t see me I ate quickly and left.
Returning Home late in the afternoon, I realized the house was too quiet. Consciously I entered the house, inside it was pitch black and the silence was eerie. Looking for a light source, I tripped. Picking myself up I realize I had tripped on a body. Taking a closer look, to my utter bewilderment I saw my mother. Falling back in fright, I fell on oben, nach oben of another body which I knew to be my father.
This was too much for a young school girl. I ran towards the door but couldn’t move. My feet were glued to the floor. I tried to pull myself free. Then I saw a figure moving in the dark. The first thing that came to mind was that the figure was my parent’s murderer. I was Frozen all over. The figure was approaching me with quick and confident steps, smiling a maniac smile. Panicking I tried pulling even harder, the figure started to laugh. It was then that I noticed that the harder I tried the worst my situation.
The figure was just barely a meter from me, but I could sense a strange feeling burning in me. My herz and soul were in turmoil. Even so I tried to keep my pounding herz from giving away the fear I felt for the figure had unlocked memories of darkness from whence I was younger but failed. It stood for a while clearly enjoying the fear it had instilled.
Now the figure was just a breath from me. My body was trembling so terribly that I almost fell. The figure wasn’t human. It had long sharp talons, fiery wings, and where the eyes should have been were two empty sockets. It raised its talons ready to strike. I braced myself for death.
When I woke it was already light. I was lying on a nice soft bett and beside me was a young boy at around my age. He had a small build and blond hair. I was struggling to get up but the boy pushed me gently pushed me back down.
“Don’t strain yourself. Du might just open the wounds again.” sagte the boy.
I asked the boy many Fragen about what happened and how I arrived but he just kept silent. The only Frage he would answer was his name.
A car pulled up front and the boy, Ren who saw my mouth itching for Antwort excused himself and left. He returned with a stocky woman which was his mother and soon I came to know that someone oder something had sent me here. It was getting late now, and I was left alone to rest.
The very Weiter morning, I got up to explore the house. It was just a typical Japanese house. As I explored more, I realized I recognized this place and was soon walking about like I had lived there my whole life. This wasn’t possible for I had never been into this house let alone Japan.
I ransacked my brain to find that I had seen this house many times before on the Fernsehen when I was back home. Dormant memories of stories about the many different worlds suddenly reawakened. I was unable to accept the fact that I was in a strange new world until I took my first step out of the house.
I told Ren everything but he thought I was just worried that now I was a picture of health I would be left alone and homeless. That thought had never occurred to me but since he mentioned it, it annoyed me.
I was soon made part of their family and Ren became my closest friend. All my memories of my life before were forgotten save for the night I saw my parent’s dead bodies for every night the scene would replay in my mind. I feared for my new family.
As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my Liebe for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the Lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my Liebe for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the Lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces Von pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces Von pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
Du told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand Von
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
Du are never
alone.
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
Du told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand Von
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
Du are never
alone.