GREEN STONE

Episode 3

Episode 3: 3 years ago the next day

I was startled while closing the door. My looking at the garden fence made me remember that damn night. I saw the cold man there. As he looked at me, my knees were unstuck and I fell in the middle of the hall. I had pulled my hair that covered my face so that I could come up to my bedside and see my face and I could not even raise my hand to defend myself, after this incident that made me feel unprotected, I am more cautious, I am working on sports and defense arts secretly. But no matter what I do, my hallucinations have started to relapse more often since that night. When my mother found me on the ground while on the attack the other day, my freedom that I tried to protect is no longer in question.

Still, the questions are puzzling me. If the man in the black jacket was the one who kidnapped the others, why hadn't he taken over me like he drugged me that day? He turned a blind eye to me running home, then came back to my house and did nothing again. It did not physically hurt, nor did he aim to kidnap me. At least for now. But every time I see his face, tornado forms in my mind, frankly I was afraid of getting lost in my own head because of these visions that I don't understand from where it comes from.

Aside from losing my mental health, the daring gestures of the man in the black jacket began to give the impression that he was trying to intimidate. I am deeply afraid that he realizes that he can seep into my mind with fear hegemony.

I touched the middle of my chest. The hallucinations were somehow real, and that guy must have been doing a drug or a drug or a hypnosis that triggered it. I don't know what the pain in my chest might have to do with it, except that it gets worse day by day.

So every time I see the fence, it feels like the cold man will come out of nowhere. I took my bike and went out of the garden. I want to take a walk when my mom and dad are away, I need a change I am almost overwhelmed. As I stepped out of the door, I was nervous as if leaving the sheltered area. But I was too young to live as paranoid withdrawn at home, and it's easy to pretend that I would never die.

I followed the street in front of my house and went to the street, from the street to the square in front of the Atatürk statue, from there to the garage in front of the market, where the buses stop, from the market place to the left, up the ramp there and reached the hill where the health center is located. I hesitated in front of the monument and watched the view.

On my left were the facilities on the skirts of Çartepe. Even from here, the car traffic in and out was selected, they were the officers of most businesses that opened in Karabiga. I knew they were all over the town, but they could not be said to provide protection. Even my dad, working with them, admitted that they were helpless, ever since he found me unconscious the other day.

I guess that's why I was so affected by that incident, I wasn't used to my family giving up. It was always necessary to fight, somebody had to fight. It was the only thing that made me endure, and I am determined to hang on to this thought.

I pedaled and turned back. As I entered the street where my house was, I looked at the parked truck. They must have been moving into the empty house next to our house, but the truck driver and I guessed two people were arguing. I approached, the couple, whom I guessed to be husband and wife, were speaking German and English, trying to get along with the guys from the transport company. However, I don't think the guys from the transport company know any of those languages.

I went to them and greeted them. I asked what they were doing and said that I could translate if they wanted. Throw a rescue rope to people who are about to drown in the sea, you know, they look at their rescuers gratefully as if they were the most important thing in the world ... Although not that exaggerated, I felt exactly that way.