Unknown Worlds - Dreams Of A Girl

Misunderstandings

The door was slammed shut in front of my nose.

Still, I stood there like a statue, frozen, still screaming.

I closed and opened my eyes again. I forced myself to stop screaming.

Then I slapped myself on the cheek; hard. And then I did it again. By the third time fingers closed around my wrist and prevented me from slapping myself over and over again.

This could only be a dream!

This had to be a dream!

But the body contact, the fingers firmly clasped around my wrist told me another story.

This snapped me out of my reverie. I gasped. It felt like my soul had been violently slammed back into my body – to reality.

I jerked away from the person holding my hand. Instead, and against all of the person's previous warnings, I opened the door again; there was no monster.

No slimy, ugly alien with tumors all over his body. I felt relief bubble up inside me.

It all had been a hallucination; this monster did not exist in reality.

But then, what was or better who was the person standing behind me, breathing down my neck?

I did not want them to see me like this: In a state of utter frenzy, shock with red eyes from crying, hair in disorder.

The only thing my brain was capable of telling me was to run. It told me over and over again until the message finally seemed to reach my arms and legs.

So finally, I did run. I pressed my balls against the hard floor, trying to accelerate properly. I lowered my upper body, so there would be less air resistance. I sprang forth like a first taut than released spring. But no matter what I did, it wasn't enough. In the middle of the hallway, halfway along the lockers, I was yanked back.

In my disheveled state my mind told me I was in danger.

I kicked, hurled my arms into the other person's body. I bit down on his hand.

The only things I noticed was the exclamation of pain and then, finally, the loosening of the arm hold around me. I threw myself forward again; desperate to reach my goal this time.

I was so close to the door of the room reserved for eleventh years. I would get to safety!

In the last moment, just as I was about to touch the door handle I was yanked back again.

This time my mind was clearer than before. I knew, in order to escape to safety I would have to face this someone behind me.

I whirled around; prepared to see another hallucination; the monster, or at least someone bulky and threatening with much muzzle.

I could not believe my eyes.

This still had to be a dream.

I looked around, taking in the environment and noticed my hands being positioned in a defense position. I relaxed, uncurled my fists and let them drop down.

Yet I could not stop staring at him - yes, it was a male person – as if I had seen a ghost; which I, no doubt, still did.

I saw his mouth moving but the words he spoke did not penetrate the fuzziness in my brain.

"Huh?" I just stared at him dumbfounded.

« J'ai dit: Rien de merci pour te sauver doucement ? »

Why was he talking French again?

He stared at me like I was a complete stranger, which I guess I was.

"Oh no, this is much worse than I thought! Germany, why of all possible places?" he murmured in English.

In this moment I knew that I had talked loud again; which only served to make me even angrier.

"Hey Mister, what is your problem with my folk?"

I placed my hands in my hips.

"And why the hell did you yank me back several times? Do you call this saving my life? Well, newsflash, here in Germany we call it harassment and it is punishable by law!"

Now it was his turn to stare at me.

"Dear Da-, Dear God, you resemble her so much!" he whispered.

That was the last I got to hear, because in the next second I saw my vision going black.

After that I couldn't remember anything.