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by Angelica Chapter 1
Thousands of thoughts ran usually unnoticed trough her head but tonight, they all had silenced with the exception of one. “Escape now!” she wanted nothing more, every minute of every day she dreamed of getting out, just leaving everything behind. Heaven was to be a place to her where nobody knew her and where she could have a chance at an entire new life. Mistakes of her past would truly be forgotten. Tonight was the night. After years of dreaming and planning she had carefully formed an escape plan in her mind. First things first teddy bears, scrapbooks and other sentimental things that proved that she had existed were neatly stuffed into a cardboard box and carefully tucked away in another metal box.
A willow stood proudly in a little open spot in the woods. The roots ended at the shore of a little pond. The first rays of the early morning sun fell between the longest ones. She decided this would be it, here would her previous life be buried. After a little while she got up again and walked away from the site. Maybe she would come back here she doubted it but one never knows what lies around the next corner. A little song started to play in her head. Ignoring the strange looks she received from passer-by's when they saw the woman humming and practically dancing her way trough the streets. Tomorrow would indeed be a good day to tie up loose ends she decided while slipping into her pyjamas and brushing her teeth. The entire apartment was empty now save an old mattress with a blanket and a sports bag containing her entire wardrobe, her passport and a little paper with a number attached to a grey key.
Waking up was a good thing this morning. In a little bookshop down the street she had bought a notebook and a pencil just for this purpose. She whipped them out of the drawer of the only closet she owned and started writing. She only wrote: “To anyone who might care
I have decided to leave, please let me be Surely I will be fine so there is no need to worry
Love Pan...”
She also included a little poem
“Doors close but another one will open My doors closed, I have to find the path Mirrors in the woods divide us from our path Take a rock and throw it Pick up the pieces and mark your path Turn around and say your goodbyes Maybe you will find the truth Maybe you'll find just another mirror in the woods”
She put the note on her desk and walked out locking the door behind her back. On more farewell to say she murmured to herself while she stood on a little bridge that crossed the little river next to her grandmothers house before walking over to the little house she threw her keys in the river.
“Hello darling how are you?” A little grey haired lady exclaimed while ushering her in. “Come to see your old grandmother have you?” She asked with a worried smile lingering on her face. Like any good grandmother she only needed one look in her only grandchild eyes to see that something was wrong. Sure she had known this day would come eventually but still she kept hoping. “Just tell it to grandma honey,” she softly told her granddaughter “whatever it is I will love you no matter what” “I have to go grandma, I don't want to leave you but I have to. You know that I love you don't you?” She said so sudden and softly that the woman nearly missed it. The old woman remained silent for keeping to her own thoughts for a couple of minutes. “Honey... I don't know what to say.. mm I want to keep you with me of course, but I want you to be happy if this is going to make you happy than you have my blessing sweetie.” The young woman seemed to be relieved after hearing these kind words. Only three persons in this world could have made her stay. Only one word of her mother, grandfather or grandmother would have made a world of difference. Death had taken her mother and grandfather at an early age and condemned her father and grandmother to be alone till it would come back to claim them.
She picked up her bag and started walking. It was like a dream, in a daze she walked back over the bridge and trough the forest. She never saw chichi crying in her doorstep and never heard her telling her to write when she could. When she stopped at a lonely bus station she turned around and looked one last time at the city, which had been her home for so long. It seemed only fitting that today was the first day of spring. Birds and every other animal she saw in the forest had been busy preparing for the New Year. A bus pulled over, “Hello young lady where to?” the driver asked. “Where ever this bus will take me” she answered giving him a little bundle of money. “Sure thing sugar,” the man said, “you know this will take you almost across the country, are you sure?” “Yes I am sure” she answered a little aggravated and sunk down in a chair at the window. |