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excuse me om postad twice. men jag är senil. (Y)
gammal, lång, lite noobig. är stolt ändå. hihi
smörvarning!
I went to bed early that day. I was tired of it all, the creaming, the complaining, Not just once had Iheard a nice word escape from that witch's mouth. And it had its side effects on me. I used to be carefree and talkative, but after staying at her house for just a month, my friends didn't recognize me anymore. They'd call me on my cell and I'd just snarl at them; "What the fuck is it!?"
But after realixing my choice of words, it'd be too late to apologize. I had to accept the bleeping phone pressed against my ear.
The sun shone upon me and that was what woke me up. I din't jump out of bed with my head held high; I just sat up and tried to keep my eyes open. A seagull checkled from outside and circled in the air, blocking the sun at some points and causing shadows to flash on and off in my room. It annoyed me enough to spin around and reach my hand out to close the window. Though, I didn't get far until me body reacted in surprise and shrugged back. I hit the floor with a loud thud. Not long after that, my aunt stormed through my door and yelles out my name. She sighed and shook her head before she went to close the window. I stared at her the whole time she trespassed my room. What? Is this really for real? I first thought that it was a ahallucination, that I was able to look right through my hand.
My sight soon travelled down to my legs. Or at least, where they should've been. I ran my hands over my knees and up to my chest. At least I was still matter.
After carefully examining the situation in my head, I decided to stand up and test my limits. Do I have a voice? Am I able to carry an object? Judging from the fact that my aunt suddenly looked around in nervousness, I could be heard. My heavy breathing must’ve triggered her ears. She ran out of the room and I saw that as my chance. Without making any noise, I opened the window, jumped out, and then quietly shut it again right before my aunt ran back into my room, swinging a baseball bat around herself.
I sunk down and sat near a corner of our house. Some time passed before I heard her mumble something and then leave. Now what? A part of me begged for to be visible again. But why not enjoy the situation? I spitted, but didn’t see it at all. I hid a pebble in my pocket, and saw it disappear too. Good thing that I fell asleep with my clothes on.
The grass felt smooth beneath my feet, and the sun worked eagerly to give me a tan. I leaned back and took a deep breath. Out of nowhere, the same seagull broke the silence with its laughter. I looked up and saw it dive down with an enormous amount of speed. And I was the target. Terrified, I curled up in defense and awaited the crash, but the bird’s wings suddenly stopped whistling in the air and a smooth bump was heard as it landed on the lawn in front of me. The seagull tilted its head; a mischievous gaze fell upon my face. I was slowly able to relax as I studied it.
“Do not be afraid”, it chuckled with a strained voice. “I am not here to hurt you.”
My eyes widened in shock. It talked! I myself tried answering but could do nothing but to stutter. This was too much of a surprise for me, all at once.
“Do you regret your wish?” the seagull continued.
I didn’t answer this time either. The emotions mixed together inside of me were anger, confusion and doubt. A big pot of miserable thoughts.
The seagull had taken a step closer. I now could see that this wasn’t just a normal bird, not just a creature, not something alive. The eyes were made of diamonds that sparkled in the sunshine. The white paint, representing feathers, had already begun to flake off. If you stared carefully, you could see that beneath the paint were brown, coarse fabrics. The stitches that kept it together were old and fragile. This seagull, or plushie, would probably die sometime soon.
“Do-you-regret-your-wish?” it articulated slowly.
I remembered my words from last night. They were harsh and mean. “I wish you’d just listen to me! You never do! You’re completely worthless!” My aunt had become so frustrated that she slapped me. I felt no shame though, foolishly enough.
And now when thinking about it, I noticed the irony. I wasn’t visible and could only be heard. I guess my “wish” really did come true.
When the seagull took another threatening step closer, I gave up and frowned, clearing my throat and getting ready to answer. “Pshhh…” I started before a thought suddenly hit me. Why answer its questions when I myself needed some answers? “…how impolite you are. I suppose you know my name right? But I don’t know yours.”
The seagull didn’t hesitate. “I have no name.”
“Then who are you?” I responded quietly.
“I am no one. A product of your twisted mind.” It chuckled yet again and a slight grin was visible along the sides of its beak.
It didn’t take me long before I realized that it was just making fun of me. I aimed a punch towards the seagull’s chest, but it easily jumped out of the way.
“Is this your answer?” it asked, floating in mid-air.
The wind all of a sudden became rough and the sun hid behind some dark clouds. A fox that was hunting mice on the fields ran back into the woods. People walking on the streets wrapped their coats around themselves and cursed the weather before steering their way home. The birds, that were relaxing on the power lines, flew out of sight. All signs of life were gone.
I looked up and searched for the seagull, but all I could see was the sky above me, and it kept getting darker. A storm was about to start and I had nowhere to go.
Suddenly, I heard someone yelling out my name. It was my aunt. She was standing on the balcony and leaning out while clenching her hands around the balcony rail. I saw fear in her eyes. I surprised me that a strong sense of guilt poured through my body. After all, I owe her a lot. All my other relatives turned me down when I asked for a place to stay. But she didn’t.
Maybe, it’s not her fault that she acts that way. Maybe I’m the one causing it. She’s just too fond of me, since she never had a child herself. And I’m just making it worse by not appreciating what she’s done for me already.
Slowly, the dark clouds retired and the sun became visible. When I looked at our neighbor’s houses I could see wondering faces peeking out and staring at the sky. They were probably stunned with the weather’s drastic changes. I looked down as it didn’t surprise me at all, it was certainly that seagulls work. God in disguise, or maybe something that has to do with Voodoo.
A pair of feet appeared in front of me. They were bare and dirty. And then I noticed my own feet, with sneakers on them, in front of the others. I looked up and saw my aunt staring dawn at me. She raised her hand in anger, probably to give me another slap, but I stopped her by clinging on her torso. “I’m sorry”, I cried. She wrapped her warm, chubby arms around my waist and I felt her nod. “I’m sorry too.”
excuse me om postad twice. men jag är senil. (Y)
gammal, lång, lite noobig. är stolt ändå. hihi
smörvarning!
I went to bed early that day. I was tired of it all, the creaming, the complaining, Not just once had Iheard a nice word escape from that witch's mouth. And it had its side effects on me. I used to be carefree and talkative, but after staying at her house for just a month, my friends didn't recognize me anymore. They'd call me on my cell and I'd just snarl at them; "What the fuck is it!?"
But after realixing my choice of words, it'd be too late to apologize. I had to accept the bleeping phone pressed against my ear.
The sun shone upon me and that was what woke me up. I din't jump out of bed with my head held high; I just sat up and tried to keep my eyes open. A seagull checkled from outside and circled in the air, blocking the sun at some points and causing shadows to flash on and off in my room. It annoyed me enough to spin around and reach my hand out to close the window. Though, I didn't get far until me body reacted in surprise and shrugged back. I hit the floor with a loud thud. Not long after that, my aunt stormed through my door and yelles out my name. She sighed and shook her head before she went to close the window. I stared at her the whole time she trespassed my room. What? Is this really for real? I first thought that it was a ahallucination, that I was able to look right through my hand.
My sight soon travelled down to my legs. Or at least, where they should've been. I ran my hands over my knees and up to my chest. At least I was still matter.
After carefully examining the situation in my head, I decided to stand up and test my limits. Do I have a voice? Am I able to carry an object? Judging from the fact that my aunt suddenly looked around in nervousness, I could be heard. My heavy breathing must’ve triggered her ears. She ran out of the room and I saw that as my chance. Without making any noise, I opened the window, jumped out, and then quietly shut it again right before my aunt ran back into my room, swinging a baseball bat around herself.
I sunk down and sat near a corner of our house. Some time passed before I heard her mumble something and then leave. Now what? A part of me begged for to be visible again. But why not enjoy the situation? I spitted, but didn’t see it at all. I hid a pebble in my pocket, and saw it disappear too. Good thing that I fell asleep with my clothes on.
The grass felt smooth beneath my feet, and the sun worked eagerly to give me a tan. I leaned back and took a deep breath. Out of nowhere, the same seagull broke the silence with its laughter. I looked up and saw it dive down with an enormous amount of speed. And I was the target. Terrified, I curled up in defense and awaited the crash, but the bird’s wings suddenly stopped whistling in the air and a smooth bump was heard as it landed on the lawn in front of me. The seagull tilted its head; a mischievous gaze fell upon my face. I was slowly able to relax as I studied it.
“Do not be afraid”, it chuckled with a strained voice. “I am not here to hurt you.”
My eyes widened in shock. It talked! I myself tried answering but could do nothing but to stutter. This was too much of a surprise for me, all at once.
“Do you regret your wish?” the seagull continued.
I didn’t answer this time either. The emotions mixed together inside of me were anger, confusion and doubt. A big pot of miserable thoughts.
The seagull had taken a step closer. I now could see that this wasn’t just a normal bird, not just a creature, not something alive. The eyes were made of diamonds that sparkled in the sunshine. The white paint, representing feathers, had already begun to flake off. If you stared carefully, you could see that beneath the paint were brown, coarse fabrics. The stitches that kept it together were old and fragile. This seagull, or plushie, would probably die sometime soon.
“Do-you-regret-your-wish?” it articulated slowly.
I remembered my words from last night. They were harsh and mean. “I wish you’d just listen to me! You never do! You’re completely worthless!” My aunt had become so frustrated that she slapped me. I felt no shame though, foolishly enough.
And now when thinking about it, I noticed the irony. I wasn’t visible and could only be heard. I guess my “wish” really did come true.
When the seagull took another threatening step closer, I gave up and frowned, clearing my throat and getting ready to answer. “Pshhh…” I started before a thought suddenly hit me. Why answer its questions when I myself needed some answers? “…how impolite you are. I suppose you know my name right? But I don’t know yours.”
The seagull didn’t hesitate. “I have no name.”
“Then who are you?” I responded quietly.
“I am no one. A product of your twisted mind.” It chuckled yet again and a slight grin was visible along the sides of its beak.
It didn’t take me long before I realized that it was just making fun of me. I aimed a punch towards the seagull’s chest, but it easily jumped out of the way.
“Is this your answer?” it asked, floating in mid-air.
The wind all of a sudden became rough and the sun hid behind some dark clouds. A fox that was hunting mice on the fields ran back into the woods. People walking on the streets wrapped their coats around themselves and cursed the weather before steering their way home. The birds, that were relaxing on the power lines, flew out of sight. All signs of life were gone.
I looked up and searched for the seagull, but all I could see was the sky above me, and it kept getting darker. A storm was about to start and I had nowhere to go.
Suddenly, I heard someone yelling out my name. It was my aunt. She was standing on the balcony and leaning out while clenching her hands around the balcony rail. I saw fear in her eyes. I surprised me that a strong sense of guilt poured through my body. After all, I owe her a lot. All my other relatives turned me down when I asked for a place to stay. But she didn’t.
Maybe, it’s not her fault that she acts that way. Maybe I’m the one causing it. She’s just too fond of me, since she never had a child herself. And I’m just making it worse by not appreciating what she’s done for me already.
Slowly, the dark clouds retired and the sun became visible. When I looked at our neighbor’s houses I could see wondering faces peeking out and staring at the sky. They were probably stunned with the weather’s drastic changes. I looked down as it didn’t surprise me at all, it was certainly that seagulls work. God in disguise, or maybe something that has to do with Voodoo.
A pair of feet appeared in front of me. They were bare and dirty. And then I noticed my own feet, with sneakers on them, in front of the others. I looked up and saw my aunt staring dawn at me. She raised her hand in anger, probably to give me another slap, but I stopped her by clinging on her torso. “I’m sorry”, I cried. She wrapped her warm, chubby arms around my waist and I felt her nod. “I’m sorry too.”
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