Wenn das Eselchen schreibt ...

Dieses Thema im Forum "Eigene Geschichten" wurde erstellt von Eselchen, 18 Sep. 2012.

  1. Eselchen

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    Hey!
    Also, eigentlich will ich gar nicht lange um den heißen Brei herumreden, sondern einfach nur meine Hirngspinste aufschreiben!
    Wenn ihr Bock habt, dann schreibt Lob oder Kritik oder auch beides!
    Wenn ihr keinen habt
    -
    ja dann eben nicht! :D

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    My own World ...
    (... started to fall ...)

    Prolog

    Vielleicht fragst du dich jetzt, warum ich das alles aufschreibe und warum ich den Scherbenhaufen immer wieder zusammen kehre, aber ich kann nicht anders. Es ist ein fester Bestandteil meines Lebens geworden. Na gut. Leben ist die falsche Bezeichnung.
    Hölle, trifft wohl eher zu …
    Warum?
    Ich werde es dir erkären:


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    Als ich vorgestern im Sekretariat stand und darauf wartete, dass Mrs. Gilbert endlich ihre Brille fand, huschte mein Blick über den ohnehin schon zu vollen Tresen. Ein großer Fehler - aber aus Fehlern lernt man doch eigentlich, oder?
    Mein Blick viel auf das kleine unscheinbare Prospekt, was mein Leben vielleicht verändern wird.
    Das Prospekt, das so unscheinbar war wie ich.
    Naja, es war halt einfach ein schlichtes kleines Etwas mit einer Internetadresse und einigen Fragen drauf. Fragen, die mir mein gekünsteltes Lächeln von den Lippen sogen und (wenn auch nur für einige Sekunden), das verzweifelte und vor Schmerz verzerrte Gesicht, aufblitzen ließen, das ich sonst tief in mir vergrub.
    Vielleicht fragst du dich jetzt, welche Fragen so was bewirken. Ich werde es dir verraten:


    "Wissen Sie nichtmehr weiter?" – Ja.
    "Brauchen Sie Hilfe?" – Ja.
    "Verletzen Sie sich selber?" – Ja.
    "Sind Sie am Verzweifeln?" – Ja, verdammt.
    "Denken Sie an Selbstmord?"
    Hmmm… Wie soll ich es sagen?
    Ich glaube ich weiß es…



    Jeden Tag den ich in dieser Hölle verbringe, jeder Atemzug erinnert mich an den ganzen Scheiß, den ich vergessen möchte.
    Jedes "Na? Wie geht es dir?" löst in mir eine Flut von Aggressionen aus, die ich vor anderen verberge und an mir selbst auslasse.
    Jede noch so kleine Ähnlichkeit mit den Dingen, die ich verloren habe …
    … löst in mir das Verlangen aus, alles zu beenden.
    Ich habe die Schnauze voll!
    Und ich habe keine Ahnung, wie lange ich den Mist noch mitmache, bevor ich mir den Rest gebe …

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    Kapitel 1

    "Danke, Mrs. Gilbert.", sagte Aylin, bevor sie aus dem Sekretariat hechtete, um nicht vor Mrs. Gilbert in Tränen auszubrechen.
    Alles, was sie innerhalb der letzten Wochen tief in sich vergraben hatte, quoll wieder hervor und raubte ihr den Atem.
    Ihr Vater, der Schrei, die Tränen und das Blut.Genau – vor allem das Blut …
    "Hey Aylin! Alles in Ordnung?", drang es an ihre Ohren.
    Es war Emmy’s Stimme. Die Stimme ihrer besten Freundin und Schwester.

    Wie sehr sie Emmy liebte. Es war fast schon abartig, aber Emmy, war diejenige, die Aylin immer wieder anspornte – den Stein immer wieder anstieß, um ihn den Berg hochzuschieben. Selbst, wenn er tausendmal schwerer war, als Emmy mit 50 kg mehr auf den Rippen.

    Immer noch die Bilder vom Unfall im Kopf, fasste Aylin sich wieder und ließ wieder das "Mit-mir-ist-alles-in-Ordnung, danke-Gesicht" auf ihrem Gesicht erscheinen. "Klar! Ich bin gerade auf dem Weg zum Bioraum. Kommst du mit?"
    Aylin wusste, dass es nicht glaubhaft war, aber Emmy war nun mal ihr personal-Psychiater. Sie wusste einfach, wenn Aylin nicht reden wollte und außerdem war Emmy ihr persönlicher Schokoladen-Spender.


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  2. Eselchen

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    Hey! Also, hier einfach eine neue Kreation auf Englisch, die ich definitiv weiterführen werde! :D
    Kritik & Lob sind strengstens erwünscht! ;)

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    Prologue
    Every time she walked out of her little and tidy room, something changed. It was like the moment when the sun disappears behind some dark clouds or when you switch on the lights in a totally dark room. She was like the sun in her own world, consisted of herself and these little figures made of clean glass. She and the people who were important to her, embodied by these inconspicuous sculptures, filled the time when she was alone. And Aylin was alone since she had started to be addicted to this passion.
    The journey began with an afternoon on a flea market, where her daddy told her to search for an object she really wanted to have.
    "Daddy! Look here!” she said, when she saw this little horse made of glass. "Daddy, daddy! This one! It’s so beautiful! Can I have it, daddy?” Her eyes shone as bright as the sun and she stared at this little sculpture, as if she worshipped it.
    "Yes, my little princess. Everything you want,” said her proud father and went to this old and creepy man who sold his little treasures. Like a hypnotized little fawn, she looked into the cold colourless eyes of this glass horse and waited for the moment when she held this treasure in her little hands. During the time she adored this glass, her father talked with the old man and negotiated about the prize.
    "Hello, young man. I see your daughter’s fascinated with this little treasure, right?” asked the man with a thin and low voice.
    "Yes and I think it’s the perfect present for a little girl like she is,” her daddy explained with a proud voice. "How much is it?”
    "For a beautiful and fascinated girl, I’ll make an exception. So I charge five pounds,” answered the mysterious man and walked to Aylin, who still stared at this little glass horse. "You really like it, right?” the man asked the little girl and recieved a nod as an answer. She smiled as if she were in a heaven full of sweets and pink horses.
    "So are you sure that you can take care of it and save its secrets?” he wanted to know and took the rigid animal.
    "Yes, I will!” she said and jumped up and down. Suddenly she stopped and looked into the man’s old eyes. "Which secrets do you mean?” she wondered and frowned.
    The man kneeled down and whispered into her ear: "I can’t tell you, but the horse will tell you its secrets, when it’s time to.”
    Later at home, her daddy helped her to put the horse on the windowsill in her room, where the sun shone directly into the cold eyes of the sculpture. Aylin was overjoyed and passed the time with her new treasure. She just stared at the transparent body and thought of this horse. Something attracted her to the glass and hypnotized her.
    A few minutes before dinner her dad came into the room and sat down on the bed, while Aylin still stood in front of the new present and stared into the eyes of this plain decoration.
    "Are you hungry?” her dad asked and looked to his daughter, but she didn’t react. "Little princess? Do you want to eat something?” her dad asked again and suddenly she looked at her father.
    "Daddy?” she wanted to know "Can you hear this sound?”
    Her father wondered, what she meant, but he didn’t go into it. "Are you hungry, or should I eat your spaghetti?” he said with a smile and Aylin smiled as well.
    "I’m hungry!” she said and followed her daddy into the kitchen, where she sat down and ate her meal.
    During the hours she wasn’t in her room, something changed. The glass made the sunbeams paint colorful creatures on the walls and suddenly the eyes of the horse seemed like they were real.
    After some time Aylin went back into her little empire full of pink things and took a look at the little creature that was made of glass. She was really tired and her daddy had told her to put her nightgown on and to brush her teeth but then she looked in the cold eyes:
    Her gaze was imprisoned and she felt as if she was frozen. The feeling of being petrified made her felt scared, but she couldn’t react. It was like falling into an abyss without seeing the end of the fall. Suddenly she saw anything out of the horse made of glass.
    "Don’t be afraid.” she heard and started to cry.
    "Shhhhhh… Everything is okay. Just stay calm.” she noticed again.
    "Who are you?” was the only thing she could ask and her voice seemed brittle, while she was staring into the dark curtain.
    "I’m the one standing in front of you. "
    And suddenly she realized that the horse was talking to her. "You? You can speak?” she asked because she was confused and woke out of her stiffness.
    "Yes, I’m talking to you, don’t you realize?” it asked and waited for an answer but the dream started to dissolve …
    Soaked in sweat – this was the way Aylin woke up in the arms of her dad. Her heart beat fast and her breath was irregular, but she didn’t notice. The only thing she wanted to know was if the dream would come true.
    "Hey little princess!” her daddy said lowly. "What have you dreamed to be so scared?” Aylin started to cry and whimpered.
    "Hey … Everything is okay … I’m here …” her daddy tried to comfort her but she just buried her face in her daddy’s jacket.
    Mr. Scott tried to be as understanding as his dead wife, but he wasn’t like her. Elaine was the best mother for Aylin, and Aylin was with Elaine all the time, so he was only the daddy coming home very late, because of his work on building sites. He wasn’t a good daddy, but then Elaine died and he was the only one who could carry along Aylin. She asked for her mum nearly every day and the only thing he could answer was that her mum was there every time, because she was in Aylin’s big heart.
    Sam brought his daughter to her bed and sat beside her until she fell asleep and he could leave Aylin’s room, while he wondered what she had dreamed.
    In her dreams she felt this sense of being attracted and saw this little horse again and again. And in her mind, the horse started to blink its eyes, which looked as green as emeralds. The fear took Aylin’s thoughts and she just whimpered, but her eyes were caught by these green and deep holes.
    "Aylin … Be careful …” were the only words she could remember when she woke up in the middle of the night.
     

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