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en novell jag skrev i december 2005


Alone in the world

Alone in the world

A girl with curly blonde hair was running with the purpose never to stop running. She was running down a valley, out to nowhere, where there was just loneliness – a place where she was alone with leaves falling from trees and birds singing the fall song. It was in the middle of fall, where everyone should be in school or at work.
The girl had no easy life… she experienced a lot of things that just tore her down into pieces.
As she was running, she came back to the past and saw the flashbacks of her life… her mother’s death, her brother’s suicide, her father’s alcoholic problems and finally, the night she was raped and how she was looked down on in school after she announced the rape to the public.
She could not feel happiness and joy anymore, and she had not experienced a moment when she was simply happy and everything was fine since she was 6 years old when her mother died. It was when her father started drinking and beating her and her brother up. This led to her brother’s suicide when she was twelve years old. Two weeks ago, she was raped at a school party by the school’s most popular boy, and she then announced the rape to school administrators, but it just made her life worse… her father threw her out from home, telling her that she was not raped, that she just wanted attention. She was not welcome at school anymore and she was truly alone in the world.
She had nowhere to go to, nobody to talk with and nothing more to live for.
When she could not continue running, she stopped and broke her own promise not to stop. She pulled herself down and started crying. As soon as darkness fell, the birds left her lone. It was a cold night, and she started freezing, but could yet not end sniffing and crying. If you would listen carefully, you would hear wild animals escaping in fright at the sound of her crying. Owls would fly to find a quieter place to be and wolves would escape into the mountains. Foxes would hide themselves, confident that the crying makes it harder to find a rabbit, as all rabbits surely had heard the crying, too.
Next morning, she was in a fetal position in the middle of nowhere. Birds started singing again, but she did not wake up at the sound. If you would look closer, you would notice her face was light blue and that she did not breathe. She had cried all the night long and was frozen to death. Now she is in a happier place with the person she loves most in the world before everything went wrong…




Prosa (Novell) av Pea
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Publicerad 2006-01-14 17:13



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