Immortal Illusions [The Bloodless Lady]
Verfasst: Mi 21. Okt 2009, 15:44
Hallo,
Ich wollte diese geschichte schon immer schreiben, nur habe ich zwei probleme:
-ich schreibe nur auf englisch.. das versteht ihr bestimmt kaum *hust*
-ich weiss nie wie ich etwas aufschreiben soll...
Dann hab ich doch mal entschlossen anzufangen mit der geschichte...
Genre: Psycho
Titel: Immortal Illusions oder The Lifeless Lady... Muss noch nen besseren finden. Mal sehen
Feedback erwünscht natürlich braucht aber nicht.
Hmm ich hab bock auf pizza...
Ps. Ehm.. sind sehr viele flashbacks, ich hoffe dass es nicht zu verwirrend ist.
Immortal Illusions
The Bloodless Lady
Scarlett was her shirt. White it used to be. Alex glanced down, fearing what might have happened to her this time. The red liquid streamed down from her belly, along with it a brown and grey jellylike substance. She swallowed heavily, knowing what it was she was seeing. This time it were her intestines which were floating along with the blood. Her stomach she'd already lost. Only her heart was left. And her bladder.
But she didn't need any organs.
She was immortal.
"Hello, my name is Marie." I uttered, halfheartedly. The surrounding people nodded friendly, repeating my name, saying hello. The moment I'd been waiting for for so long. Getting to my feet, feeling shaky and miserable, I continued my story. "I'm going to tell you about my child Alex. She isn't with us anymore. Young and lively, happy and joyous she was. But not until today. I watched her pass away... tragically. It consumed me..." Tears were coming, I could feel them sting in my eyes. All those times I went over this conversation in my head it seemed so simple. A relief. But it hadn't turned out to be that.
Sighing, I pulled myself together. "Yes, I'm one of those unhappy parents who are able to say that they saw their very own offspring die. Tonight, I'm going to tell you my story. Her story."
It started, well, I believe it started around ten years ago. Alex was just a mere eight years old when her father got very very ill. She had no idea what being ill meant. She had no clue what dying actually was. All she knew was that her father wasn't as he used to be: Always there for her. The sudden change in their relationship hit her hard. In the chest? In the head? I'm not sure. She wouldn't speak. She spent long hours alone in her room, rejecting all visitors...
Alex skipped through the hallway. “I’m home, I’m home!” she sang, hugging her mother. Schoolday had been fun as always. Playing with her many friends, receiving compliments from her loving teacher. She had even drawn a horsey-horse for her little sister Emilie. Alex strolled over to the baby-box, presenting the drawn animal to her little sister. But just as she was about to give it to her, she lowered her arm. Her head tilted. “Daddy looks weird again, mama”.
He was sitting in the chaise longue, rubbing his forehead. “Yes dear, he’s not feeling well” Marie began, and Connor added “It’s that headache again. It’s worse than last week. It might be migraine, the doctor said.” “Doctor?” Alex asked, “Did it hurt?”
Ich wollte diese geschichte schon immer schreiben, nur habe ich zwei probleme:
-ich schreibe nur auf englisch.. das versteht ihr bestimmt kaum *hust*
-ich weiss nie wie ich etwas aufschreiben soll...
Dann hab ich doch mal entschlossen anzufangen mit der geschichte...
Genre: Psycho
Titel: Immortal Illusions oder The Lifeless Lady... Muss noch nen besseren finden. Mal sehen
Feedback erwünscht natürlich braucht aber nicht.
Hmm ich hab bock auf pizza...
Ps. Ehm.. sind sehr viele flashbacks, ich hoffe dass es nicht zu verwirrend ist.
Immortal Illusions
The Bloodless Lady
Scarlett was her shirt. White it used to be. Alex glanced down, fearing what might have happened to her this time. The red liquid streamed down from her belly, along with it a brown and grey jellylike substance. She swallowed heavily, knowing what it was she was seeing. This time it were her intestines which were floating along with the blood. Her stomach she'd already lost. Only her heart was left. And her bladder.
But she didn't need any organs.
She was immortal.
"Hello, my name is Marie." I uttered, halfheartedly. The surrounding people nodded friendly, repeating my name, saying hello. The moment I'd been waiting for for so long. Getting to my feet, feeling shaky and miserable, I continued my story. "I'm going to tell you about my child Alex. She isn't with us anymore. Young and lively, happy and joyous she was. But not until today. I watched her pass away... tragically. It consumed me..." Tears were coming, I could feel them sting in my eyes. All those times I went over this conversation in my head it seemed so simple. A relief. But it hadn't turned out to be that.
Sighing, I pulled myself together. "Yes, I'm one of those unhappy parents who are able to say that they saw their very own offspring die. Tonight, I'm going to tell you my story. Her story."
It started, well, I believe it started around ten years ago. Alex was just a mere eight years old when her father got very very ill. She had no idea what being ill meant. She had no clue what dying actually was. All she knew was that her father wasn't as he used to be: Always there for her. The sudden change in their relationship hit her hard. In the chest? In the head? I'm not sure. She wouldn't speak. She spent long hours alone in her room, rejecting all visitors...
Alex skipped through the hallway. “I’m home, I’m home!” she sang, hugging her mother. Schoolday had been fun as always. Playing with her many friends, receiving compliments from her loving teacher. She had even drawn a horsey-horse for her little sister Emilie. Alex strolled over to the baby-box, presenting the drawn animal to her little sister. But just as she was about to give it to her, she lowered her arm. Her head tilted. “Daddy looks weird again, mama”.
He was sitting in the chaise longue, rubbing his forehead. “Yes dear, he’s not feeling well” Marie began, and Connor added “It’s that headache again. It’s worse than last week. It might be migraine, the doctor said.” “Doctor?” Alex asked, “Did it hurt?”