„Are you sure you can do this?“
You stop for a second and think.
„Yes.“
You take a deep breath and slide the tape into the beamer.
Suddenly a colourful light fills the dark room.
The big white wall is now a big screen.
You sit down and wrap the blanket around you.
Slowly a picture appears on the wall.
It’s a picture of somebody you love.
A sad smile plays on your lips.
Before the picture changes, you press the pause-button.
Unassertive you stand up and walk to the wall.
As soon as you stand near enough, you stretch out your hand.
Your shaking fingers touch the cold wall.
But for you, it feels like your touching that person.
You run your fingers along there cheek.
Slowly your sight blurs.
The first tear runs down you cheek.
It leaves a sizzling path on your skin.
Now you can’t hold them anymore.
More tears run down your pale skin.
Slowly you lower your sight and look at the floor.
You also pull your finger back.
You turn around and want to walk back, but your missing the strength.
Weak you lean back against the wall and let the colourful light shine in your empty eyes.
You can feel the weakness coming over you.
Slowly you slide down the wall, till you sit on the floor.
You pull your knees in and wrap your arms around them.
You also rest your forehead on them.
The tears are still running along your face.
You shut your eyes and think:
„Why?“
But short after that you clinch your hands to fists.
„I need to stay strong!“
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the right moment.
RandomYou waited for the perfect moment. But something always went wrong. Somebody always disturbed you. But now it's the right moment. Right moment for everything to turn black....
