I did not accelerate my steps despite the heavy rain. It was raining like he wanted to turn me into a raindrop. Every drop of rain on my skin seemed to lighten my soul's burden.First drop ...Ä°ts could not destroy everything that started with it. The new beginning within the beginning would not take us to the end. Second drop ... That was the worst.The habit was the worst and it dragged me.
On the one hand, the raindrops that relieved my burden, on the other hand, reminded me of the arrows on my back. These were the arrows of my broken wings. Who would get the next arrow off my back?
I was feeling it, it was getting closer. The poisoned arrow of my life would stick in my back and break in my back. I've done it all. Unlike my tiny body, my huge soul carried every betrayal, but can it overcome? I could turn into a drop of blood when poison entered my blood before a raindrop.
As the rain increased, I slowed down my steps. After this hour, I have no one left to account for. I will not be punished anymore. Is there a heavier punishment?
I wanted to feel the rain on my skin, I wanted a drop of rain to burn my skin. I didn't care about the little black snakes tangling at my feet as I walked. They've been close ever since I got here. I also understood that I should be more afraid of my surroundings than them. I was in the deepest of evil and I was feeling its truest right now.
I held the piece of red wool on me with my soul-white hands adorned by my long red nails. Soon I would tear him off my skin and watch the water hit my skin like an arrow. I felt like I was isolating all the goodness I had from me now in such a simple way.
I detached the piece of wool from my body and threw it to the floor. I was sure I would find it in my closet because tiny snakes were already taking them to the castle on their backs. Everything around me was like artificial pieces set up so that I wouldn't forget this place. They didn't seem to want me to face my absence for even a second.
The raindrops were touching my skin, but the effect I wanted was not, it would not happen. I haven't felt anything in my body ever since I got here. I missed the days when I was a simple person. While sitting in my office with my hot coffee, the days when I was looking forward to the arrival of my next family, the person I know, seemed like endless times ago. I was exaggerating. It was two years ago.
It could not be said that the objects that wrapped around my feet and consisted of tree leaves attracted my attention like the first day. The vines that were constantly moving without getting on my knee were enough to annoy me. Living with everything that reminds me was something like death for me, even though breathing was hard on its own on this planet. Though I couldn't even feel death. If you are here the concept of time stood for your body. This planet even stopped death.
I had come to this cliff many times before, where my feet brought me as if I wanted to be free, and I had thrown exactly four bodies down, and I wanted to throw myself down from this cliff and be free like a bird, but in the usual wayI could not get rid of it.Every time I opened my eyes, I was faced with the usual landscape. Brillant was waiting for me to wake up at my bedside.
I was stuck on this planet where it is impossible to even die. I came here when I realized I could not go, and I threw myself downstairs without thinking, and every time I threw it I got a little more dirty.
The snakes were beginning to hiss as the rain increased again, and I curled up after Nicos who wanted to show me the way.
After bringing me to the castle door, he hissed and waited for me to come in. He was forbidden to go inside. I looked up and looked at the big letters OSBRÄ°LYA on the castle.
I wanted to turn into a raindrop.
THE BEGÄ°NNÄ°NG OF EVERYTHING
Mirrors should show the wounds and pain in our body as well as the pain in our soul, the wound, earthquake and burnout. The mirrors should have shown the damage that the killer of love I lost has done to my soul.
I looked to find what was missing in myself. I looked in the mirror to find out why he didn't like me.
I had brown almond eyes in which I could only see him, my eyes screaming about his love.
Couldn't he really see this love in my eyes?
Why had he always stated that I was his brother, friend?
Couldn't he see the fire in my eyes?
I had a straight, slightly arched nose where I longed to smell the smell of orange.
Didn't she realize that I was extinguishing the fire in my eyes when I just smelled her unique scent?
I had a thin upper lip and a thick lower lip that I tormented when I saw him.
Hasn't he seen my lip that I bleed for his love?
I had freckles, which he was surprised when he realized that it was clear in summer. That was all I was sure of. He loved them and I could die to be one of the freckles on his neck at that moment.
I left my mirror on the dusty table, polluted by time. I slowly turn back and head towards my bed, pressing the brown parquet creaking. It was hurting me that what we erased from our eyes remained in my heart. As I looked at my life, it was annoying that he reminded him of his place.
I lay on my back on my bed and started counting how many stones my chandelier was made of. It would pass as he counted.
I closed my eyes and opened my eyes. The nights were that short when he slept. My nights have been this short for a long time. dreams had long left me alone.
Thirteen years ago
Hearing the sound of the flashing lightning, the little girl crumbled herself a little more in the bed and wanted to make sure she was covering all sides. She needed those feelings she had never tasted right now. She wanted to trust someone now, she wanted to be able to say that lightning can't scare me if he is with me. She meant that his voice overwhelms lightning. She needed his father's arms now, a father who would protect him from everything with his arms that would hold him tight. The little girl needed a mother to caress her soft hair and tell her fairy tales. Life had defeated him in everything before he even started. She could not hold back any longer and started sobbing after a new lightning bolt. The curly haired girl who was not afraid of anyone could help her. She pushed the cover with his tiny hands and lowered his little feet to the floor.
She slowly approached her, touched her tiny fingers on her back, and when she realized she would not wake up, she curled up beside her. She wrapped her arms around the girl's waist, apparently bigger than her, and fell asleep with her head resting on her chest.
"Hey! Wake up. Lightning is over, get up and sleep on your bed. We're stuck here."
Jess opened her eyes and encountered a round-eyed, erect-nosed girl standing on her head. This was the girl he slept with yesterday.
"Can I sleep a little more in your arms? I slept very well."
The girl could not stand when she saw the little sweet words and puckered lips. He wanted to protect this girl.
"I will allow it on one condition and you can sleep every night."
"I already agreed, my name Jess, what's yours?"
"And Anna, you will be my little brother from now on, okay?"
"But you're tiny too."
The little girl said this with a little fear. What if she gives up everything now.
"I am eleven years old once. You were nine years oldheard talking to the yellow boy. Are you my brother or not? "
"Sister Anna, sister!"
2 days later
Two loved ones were taken from him, but he was given a perfect sister. He was eating first in the refectory. Nobody could interfere with him. He could freely go wherever he wanted. Her older sister even told her about the match girl. Most of the mothers and fathers said that this was the case and that being without a mother was a chance for them. The most important thing was her sister and brother.
He was watching the rain pouring down the window of the building. The raindrops falling on the lawn in the garden clung tightly, but after a while they lost their strength and fell to the ground. In front of the window, a boy had both knees drawn to his body and his arms wrapped around his body. He was a vulnerable little boy. The rain was passing through his body and falling to the floor, but while doing so was also wetting his tiny body. The little girl left the window and walked towards the door, opened the door and approached the boy. He sat just like him and wrapped his arms around his tiny body.
"The rain will soon slip off my body. It has no place to hold on."
When the boy heard the voice next to him, he turned his big black eyes to the little girl. Brown eyes were looking at him with curiosity.
"It can hold on to my body. You want me to show it?"
The little girl was excited.
"Show it! Show it now!"
"But I have a condition..."
"Do you want me to be your brother too? My name is Jess and I am nine years old. I accept that you are my brother."
The black-eyed boy was even more surprised that he would just ask him to be quiet and leave, but this sibling thing made him happy too:
"I am Adam too and I am thirteen. Since you accept my charter, I can say."
The little girl was very happy. He had become a brother and learned a place where raindrops could cling. maybe the lightning would not scare them if the raindrops cling to them.
"You have to say it now."
The black-eyed boy laughed big. He had an impatient and tiny brother. Showing his bridge:
"Look sweet thing !There's a hole here, and rain drops fell on that hole. Those who fall into that pit can hold onto forever. "
"Can I have the drops?"
"No, tiny! That raindrop lives in my pit. Let it live in your own pit.breathe in someone else and do not covet something that is breathing into another. "
The black-eyed boy stood up slowly and turned and left the little girl alone to wait for the rain to fall into her pit.
Maybe I wasn't the drop of his pit. I could have trapped my soul in its pit, but I would never have been able to imprison my body in that pit. It wasn't the body of my pit. I wouldn't find the body of my pit until I found the size of that pit. This was my word to myself. I could not be a body to the pit without saving my soul.