Black and white rainbow

I.

One salty tear is running down my cheek. I wipe her with my palm before she gets the chance to drop on the yellowed paper. You wrote it, I'd known your calligraphy anywhere, but... these written lines weren't as confident as you were. Fear and sadness radiated from them. I sat on your unusually made bed. The letter that you wrote for me rested on my thighs and with my eyes I scanned the paper slow and steady...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
     My dear, what should I even start with...
      We were born on the same sunny day, same month and year. It was autumn, but the sun was shining bright.
      I know it, mom told me.
We met under really unusual circumstances. We were in maternity hospital together. I would easily believe we were sisters in past life.
      Our mothers didn't know each other, they become friends thanks to us. Every time you came to visit or we came to visit you, we would play in the streets, build forts and draw children's drawings. These memories make me shiver with happiness. I remember our scary memories. How we lit candles on the old dusty attic and summoned ghosts. We were afraid even though we didn't believe in such creatures. We enjoyed every second together every hug and touch of hands...
      But then the first problems started...
We were at school like every day. It was time to leave and moms shouldn't come for us. We lived in a village and it was a short way home. We went hand in hand on the paved path from school.
      I wish it never happened. If only we'd pick the long way and not a shortcut, that I suggested. We walked right behind each other on the slim path through the field. We heard rustling of leaves, trees and corn. Then on the way to us started coming closer some three figures dressed in black clothes. They were coming closer. They could have been something around eighteen years old.
        How could this happen?! Why we didn't run away?! We couldn't, we froze on a spot. Probably because of fear. There was no one who could help us. We were seven years old! Seven! But they didn't care, they probably wanted to beat their rage out and who knows what else. And we became the sacrificial lamb.
         They covered our eyes with sweatshirts that smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. We were fighting, but every time we slipped from their firm grip they slapped us. It hurt, it hurt so much. But what came next...
           My throat is clutching from the awful memories. They lead us into some old building. They sit us into the corner on the cold, dusty floor, with our hands tied behind our backs. Untied the sweatshirts through we cannot see the whole time. Our things were tossed next to the glass door. They were standing a few meters from us. With their backs towards us. They crouched to something and then went towards you.
       One of them grabbed you by your pale arms that immediately started showing bruises. You tried to scream, but got slapped. I wanted to stand up and run, call for help... But I was weakened. Tears were streaming down my face. In your glassy eyes, I saw fear. I was afraid too...
       They grabbed your blonde hair and tugged at them. You had to follow them to the other side of the room. They pushed you and you fell, you wanted to scream, but you knew what would follow. You wore a dress, they weren't shiny new but instead of that they were dirty and torn.
          
         After that some think hit my head. I don't remember anything, only that you were crying and me too. I would give anything for you not to listen to me, to talk me into going the long way... First thing I saw when I woke up was your body lying on the cold floor. Blood dripping from your nose, you were exhausted and broken... I don't want to remember that only writing this I'm crying again. I would gladly punish myself for not listening to you. For not trusting you...

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  Hello people!  

  I decided to translate my story into the English language, for
  you who do not speak Czech. So, perhaps you will like the story and I will be
  grateful for your support ! 

  Hello!