12 YEARS AGO
"Raise your arms, yes ... That's it. Now tell me what my broccoli want to wear?"
"Why do you call me broccoli? Do I have something like broccoli?"
The boy chuckled.
"Yes you are big head like him and your hair is like goosebumps."
The little girl giggled too.
"Then now I want to be an orange like you"
"Broccoli with orange? I love it."
The boy started chasing the little girl. A lifetime could have chased her for her cheerful smile.
"I'll get you little broccoli, but put on that orange first."
The boy caught the girl and they fell down together and started to tickle the little girl and shared her smile.
"What are you doing here ?! What is this girl doing? What's going on here ?!"
The woman who entered, grabbed the little girl's arm firmly and began to lead the herd to the herd.
"Now you will see. You scum! This is how you grow up without a mother and father."
The boy could not stand when he saw the tiny tears of the little girl like him.
"Don't take her! The man you're taking is doing terrible things to her. Don't take her away, witch woman!"
The witch woman let go of the little girl's arm and when she let go she fell into cold concrete. She was crying quietly. The witch approached the boy and slapped him hard.
"What are you talking about? Look at the lie you said to cover up what you didYou can't fool me with your little brain. "
Even when the boy fell to the ground, he did not stop. She yelled at the woman who grabbed her sore cheek and grasped her broccoli sleeve again.
"Don't take him away. Don't take him to do bad things!"
The woman did not listen and grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her out.
The little girl was listening to the woman while crying quietly. Even if he ran away, he didn't move at all, knowing that he would be caught back. he had long understood what could happen when he did.
"You are Satan, Satan! Don't look so naive and cry, I know you. I know you best. You do everything for your own benefit. You paint people's eyes. You make them suffer, but now you will suffer because I know you.the devil you ... "
The girl cried more with the words she heard.
" I did not do anything bad."
The woman stood in front of the door and knocked twice. The old man spoke, evident from his voice that he was smoking too much.
" Come. "
The woman grabbed her arm and threw it onto the sofa in the room.
"I found this like this in the same place as a man..."
"OK, get out!"
As the woman walked towards the door, the girl shouted from behind her.
"Don't go, please don't go, take me with you!"
The woman left the room without turning her back. The old man looked at the girl for a moment and then slowly moved towards her. The little girl bowed her head and wanted to get out of here at once. The man took the girl in her arms and buried her head in the little girl's neck.
"You smell just like candy. There will be a lot of people who want to inhale your scent. Will you accept them all? Will you let someone else smell that scent?"
The little girl tried to get up, but the man did not allow it and bit the girl's neck. When he realized that he was going to scream, he covered his mouth with his hands. He leaned towards his ear.
"It was because you tried to escape. I will wait for you, you will wait for me. You will not see anyone else. I told you this once again, you have to be mine to understand. If necessary, I will do that."
The man lowered the girl and moved towards the door. He locked the door twice and started to move towards the girl. When she took the girl back into her arms, the door knocked twice.
"Come later, then!"
"I can't come later. This kid cut off his friend's hand and it's a very deep cut."
The old man leaned over the little girl.
"When I send him, my little one sends him ..."
The old man unlocked the door and took the other boy into the room and closed the door again.
"How can you hurt a friend? How can you touch your friend?"
After the man shouted, he slapped the boy and grabbed the arm and threw it out of the room into the hallway.
"Wait for me here. I'll come and punish you soon. Much worse things will happen if you don't wait."
The man closed the door again and moved towards the little girl. The girl thought there was no salvation, she knew that something bad would happen, but she did not know what would happen. As the old man leaned towards the girl, the little girl closed her eyes and felt the weight falling on her with the scream. She was afraid to open his eyes. She had guessed what was happening, but he was afraid. She opened his eyes and saw his brother in front of him. his brother went towards the door and locked it. He pushed the man over the girl and the man's body fell to the ground.
The little girl examined her brother first. His older brother's blond hair was sweat on his forehead and his eyes were full of sweat. He seemed to cry at any moment. Her cheek was red from the previous slap. his shirt made him a tomato, not an orange anymore, and his tiny hands were a tomato.
The falling knife and the old man's body explained the event.
"You're not going to be orange broccoli, you're going to be broccoli with tomatoes, Jess."
The boy approached the sobbing girl and hugged her tightly.
"Don't cry, Jess. The broccoli with tomatoes is good too, don't cry."
"Open the door! Open you damn boys!"
The little boy began to cry with his tiny lips when he saw her cry, and they both sobbed until the door was broken.
The Beginning Of Everything
I jumped with an icy hand touching my hand. The woman touched my hand.
"Are you okay?" said. The under eyes were swollen and purple. It was obvious that he had trouble sleeping. My first job was to write sleeping pills for him.
"I'm fine, thank youcan I call you you? "
She smiled.
"You can."
It was a very sad smile. She had made it clear that pain was a burden on his shoulders.
"Can you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
She bowed her head in front of him, playing with the fingernails of his hand as if to rip off meat. Wasn't it hurt?
"Do you see the nail polish on my nails?"
I chose to follow this path instead of telling her to do it. I didn't want her to hurt himself. I didn't want anyone to hurt.
The woman moved closer to my hands and began to examine.
"What does it say here?" asked. Maybe I have been writing on my nails for years, but nobody asked. I didn't want to talk to him about negative things. That's why I lied.
"These are the things I just write about. I like the way they look. Why don't you put nail polish on your nails?"
She put his finger in a point behind me.
"He doesn't allow it."
I looked back.
Before me stood a frail, pale man with blood on his hands.