Burning Books

1. Kapitel

"Bye!", I was shouting, watching my parents leave. I was waiting for this moment the whole day, the whole weak!

Finally alone.

I was running upstairs to my room and took my notebook and pencil. A poem about the ignorance of people or the good thing about being alone?

I was laying on the sofa in our big living room, my legs hanging over the end of the sofa and it was completely silent, until I got a great idea.

Combining them!

I sat up straightly and grabbed my phone, turning on my favorite music and setting the pencil on one of the only free pages of my notebook.

I wrote and erased words for like an hour, but was realizing I got tired.
Really tired.

Like, I was sitting on my sofa and was awake like I was sleeping for hours and suddenly felt like being poisoned.

It felt like the world was spinning around and stopped moving at the same time. I was losing the grip on my notebook and pencil, letting it fall into my lap, but my pencil was rolling off of it and fell to the ground.

Wanting to take it back, I tried to move my hands into its direction, but nothing happened.

I couldn't move my limbs.
And shortly after that, my eyes closed, without my permission.

Danach

I awoke to the sound of our front door closing.

Mama and Papa are back? What happened to their trip to Hamburg to celebrate their anniversary?

I sat up, not knowing what happened and why I was asleep. Normally I wasn't sleeping during the day, I hated the feeling of waking up and feeling like you lost the opportunity to do something important. Or something you like. Like writing poems.

My notebook!
It was laying in my lap, opened and exposed. I would have never, never, left it open.

What the hell happened?

I probably had a confused look on my face and was thinking about what could have happened, when their was a man standing in my living room out of nowhere.

Okay, now I'm a new level of confused.

He was looking very nervous and determined at the same time.

"Wer... bist du?", I asked in german. Living in Germany, I was expecting him to speak German.

But he just looked me straight in the eye and made no sign of answering me.

So I asked again, this time in English. "Who are you?"

But he still didn't answer. He just started smiling and walking towards me and my sofa.

I closed my notebook and held it tightly, like it was going to remove my fear of not knowing what happened and who this man walking towards me was.

"Are you scared of me?", he asked in English, his face turning from smiling to a frown.

"Did you poison me?", I asked back, my voice trembling. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to ask the stranger that just came in through the front door if he poisoned you.

But he didn't answer again. He clenched his fists, looking like he was about to explode.

Suddenly, he was turning around, putting his hands in his hair and mumbling things. I didn't unterstand most of them, but one time he was saying 'Doesn't she love me?'.

My eyes widened. I got a bad intuition about what was happening.

Am I in danger? What should I do? Run away? No, I am going to end up being out of breath after leaving the house. Being polite and ask him to leave the house seems nice.

I was standing up slowly, moving one foot after another, but suddenly my legs wouldn't hold me and I fell to the ground, supporting myself with one of my arms. The other one was still clinching to my notebook.

"Pauline!", he yelled, hearing the noise of my body falling to the ground.

Is he... Is he worried? Does know me? Do I know him?

"Why do you know my name?", I whispered, not having the power to say it out louder.

"That doesn't care right now.", he said, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?" I didn't have the power to fight him, I was just tired.

"I'm taking you to your new home.", he said.