nacht von angst} day three
Jul 15, 2018 23:37:26 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jul 15, 2018 23:37:26 GMT -5
"I'm fine."
"nein?" Mama would look at me with her pouted, angry face. Lips pointed out and eyes squinted, cheeks slightly puffed out in disbelief. She knew, and I knew, even at such a young age, I was not as fine as I claimed to be."Mama, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Her face only squinted up more. It was useless to try and convince her otherwise; she knows her boy and knows when I'm not feeling alright. So I gave in, slumping down and sighing as she scooted up in bed next to me. I felt dumb. I was eight; why was it so hard for me to sleep without talking to her still? I was scared. Like most children when they're still young; seeing the unknown is a fearful place. I didn't like the dark. I didn't like not knowing if something was going to pop up and take my head as a souvenir piece.
She'd then start to whisper things in German to me. In her soft, sweet voice she'd be telling me things like I'd be fine and there's nobody coming to get you. It was sweet, it was timeless for me and I even appreciated her doing it at this old age at times. My nights without Dakota got sad sometimes, and Mama telling me that it'd all be okay in the end was worth it.
Every night when I was younger, she'd slowly walk out of my room. Whispering gute nacht into my ear before she stepped away.
gute nacht.gute nacht.gute nacht..
I snapped awake to the last fleeing words I could ever remember Mama ever saying. Sadly for me, her words wouldn't be enough to coax me to sleep in this demon's home. My night was filled with occasional curses and the never-dying shift of position on the tree. A stab of pain in every wound that had been sloppily repaired. It felt better than the opened wound, but the stitches didn't get rid of the pain entirely. It was like putting ice on steaming hot pavement. It'll cool down for a moment, but the heat is still there. The ice melts eventually and the pavement goes back to it's steel hot temperature.
So, to say sleep was easy was a myth. Sleeping felt horrible. It was horrible. It didn't exist in my world and it most likely won't for the next few days. The pain made it impossible to even get comfortable.
But I'm used to pain.
I'm not used to keeping my damn mouth shut in kindness for others.
Waking up, I had already started to get a move on with the day and what was in store. It was hard enough to see in the first place, let alone see what was in store. My reds looked like greens, my blues like orange. The trees grew from the sky and my feet were the size of a chicken's.
I saw something charging towards me. Or it looked like it was. Was that Petunia? I sure hope not.
I swung anyways. It looked nasty either way, so I didn't trust it.[ russian maniac ]
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