The story of Achim

The fool

When I was a boy, I would look out my window every afternoon at the a abandoned old playground, which was a rusty brown swing set, with the chains so rusted that they looked as though they would break if someone even put a finger on it and had bark underneath to break it up from the brown dead grass, and I imagined what it would be like to roam the streets of Waterloo and to be not afraid. I would imagine kids riding the bikes and running around on the green grass and getting dirt on them from falling of the playground and every afternoon I would picture a different face doing something more fun and unbelievable then the day before. Like once I imagined a boy with brown hair and freckles wearing a stripy shirt with overalls who rode his bike of a jump and landed in a hot air ballon. Or another one was when a girl named Lucy, she we beautiful she was pale with kind brown eyes and had long brown hair that came down past her purple dress that had two pockets one either side of the dress she talked to me and we ended up on the swing set with her on my and I imagined her right when we had reached the highest point of the swing she lent over and kissed me on the cheek. She was my best creation.

All my life I have been surrounded by rules and especially the rule never leave unless told.
I remember the day I broke that rule and went outside as I saw a butterfly i was 7 it was the first thing I had seen in with such beautiful colours, most of my life all I had only been around shades of white, brown and grey as fabrics with colours were expensive for my town. this butterfly was pink and green and amazing, So I went out to go and follow it but when I got to the corner of my street an officer saw me and took me home he told my dad to go with him.
My dad didn't come home until after I was in bed.

I woke up the next day and came to breakfast to our small round brown table that barley fits my family and noticed that dad had a scratch on his face. "Son could u pass the milk please" mother said to distract me from staring at his face I passed it over managing to spill over today's newspaper that was spread across the empty space at the crowded table. I knew I was in trouble. I put my head down in shame expecting a lecture but all I got was silence. "Darling could u please get me a spoon" this time she was distracting my father whom had looked as though he was paralysed. Silence fell yet again "it's ok I need the exercise" mother replied assuming that the silence meant no. Dad moved for the first time since he had sat down that morning and turned his head out the window and whispered something under his breath. Something which I couldn't quite understand "if only we could---------"

The day had past and father was still acting strange he only moved when needed and sat still for the rest. I wanted to help but I didn't know how. And the worst thing was that it was all my fault.

4 years had past since that day and I awoke to the sound of voices but not ones which I knew. I got dressed and headed downstairs cautiously.

When I reach the end of the banister I got a glimpse of the person speeking. She wore a dark red dress that came up to her knee and shoes that made her look taller. She was accompanied by a tall thin man in a black and shinny leather shoes. I stepped down to get a better look but stumbled and fell to my face. All eyes in the room turned to me I looked up with a face like a Beetroot and apologised for my fall. father then introduced me looking more embarrassed then me though he tried to hide it. "..and this is my son Achim" the woman in the red dress came over and offered her hand to help me up. "Hello Achim my name is Lucy" she said with a slight humours tone. I blushed she was beautiful, her skin was smooth and white like the snow in winter and her lips were bright red as if she had used berries to brighten them, her eyes were a green colour but had a hit of yellow. "Achim" my mother said in a stern voice. I had realised I was staring at our new guest. Lucy walked gracefully back towards the other man in the room and there conversation started up again. I was left alone so I went back to my window.