My own miracle
Prologue
I believed in miracles.
I believed in fairy tales.
I believed in dreams.
But that I get in one,
I didn't.
Head Up
Dreams were the most particular and repulsive events in my life. I really hate sleeping, but dreams, I couldn't get enough of it. I could dream the whole day. Not the dreaming, I meant in sleeping. The dreams in my head. Thinking of happenings that in my vision do exist. Fairy tales exist, in my head, so I believed in fairy tales. My mother couldn't believe and understand it. Just turned seventeen and already thinking about everything, and quote: 'it was just rubbish'. My sister didn't get involved with it, after my father died, she decided to get her head up again and get back to life. Every chance in her life had to be hers, she had to make my father pride. I just can't believe it, I didn't want to chance. I had to be myself to make my father pride, had to prove what I actually can do. I am me, stay me.
'Kathy' a women walked into me, snow was everywhere.
'Kathy' my name was everywhere, everyone was screaming at me. The snow was beautiful, the trees covered with snow. All the clouds look like a big mountain.
'KATHY!' an arm touched my shoulder. I looked around, the wooden flour appeared, the snow was gone. The trees slowly faded away, in place of it there was a big closet. A lot of books on the ground en my mother on my bed. Slowly I turned.
'Out off bed now, breakfast is ready, you have to go to school.' I tried to turn away from my her.
'In ten minutes you are down stars, or no foot before school.' My mother disappeared.
I throw the blanked away, it was difficult to sit up, and my body just don't worked very well in the morning. For a moment I hoped the snow returned, until I stood up and felt the wooden floor. My school uniform was on my chair, in what looked like five minutes; I've put it on. I want to get back in bed, back to the snow, back to my dreams. My mother obliged me going to school, if not, I would have stopped right now. I hated school, the most subjects are completely unnecessary and useless. The only thing that really interests me was history. And then mainly the legends, I really cared about how people think about this, how they processed it in their minds. In the meantime I was downstairs, my mother frustrated. She tried, in vain, to get the stove on. I just get on the chair, with I carefully shove to the table. Yesterday it went wrong. The chassis just broke off, and of course, it was my fault. I just gormandized my bread it was old and dry. It was disgusting. I kicked my chair away, but it wasn't my greatest idea. The chassis broke again. My mother didn't noticed so I quickly picked my bag.
'Bye mum!' No answer.
It was cold outside, people walked everywhere, the streets are full of them. Big wheels, people with stuff which came from the whole house. Where does everybody going? It was a hard time, but wasn't this going too far?
Alone I walked away from school. It was getting colder, I just liked the road back home. It was refreshing after a long day at school. My skirt moved slowly in the wind. It was still full of people in town, I just noticed that everyone who was walking were boys or man. I really was one of the only girls on street. I just got my hand through my hair, I felt a stunner on my hand. I looked up, it wasn't rain.
It was snow, and so you will see one of my dreams actually came true. My believe wasn't that crazy. A little layer of snow showed on the ground. It was beautiful, I loved snow, it just made me happy and cheerfull, it made me want to dance home. Before I noticed I was home, there was our house. Slowly and cracking I opened the door. It was quiet.
'Hello?' No sound, I just looked around, no one to be found.
It was the only noon we could listen to the radio. So I really hoped someone came home. The book I was reading was on the closet, but now it was on the ground. My mother definitely was cleaning up. I just started reading when I heart a loud noise outside.
I put the book down, walked slowly throw the window and pushed the curtain away. I just looked for a long time, when it came actually into my head. A group of guys walked by, they couldn't be any older as me. They had guns on, all of them wearing green. My brains weren't working for a moment. Was there military service, obliged? They weren't going voluntarily, I guessed. The war was coming closer, I just shook by the thought of it. The class wasn't as full as usual tomorrow.
War in town
I stared to the sealing, or what was left of it. The wooden roof beam looked like they could fall apart every minute. My mum and sister were at home late, they went to the exodus of all the man. I was happy I didn't get home on time to join them. I felt awful, the thought of war gave me goose bumps. I have thought about it the whole time, but now I want to keep it away from my head. ….. downstairs I heard my mum and sister talk. They agreed with each other whole the time, I stood alone at home. My opinion didn't count here. But actually I don't really care. I lived my own live, in my own thoughts. Maybe others thought that I'm weird or something, but I don't give a damn about it. At school there were some girls I could come along with, but it stays to that.
