With different eyes

Prologue

Attention! Not my story! This is the english translation of "Mit anderen Augen" by LastPromise on fanfiktion.de!

I asked the owner of this story if I can translate it into English and got permission to do it. You can find the link to the original story on my profile.

English is not my mother tongue. Sorry if I made some mistakes. I will still give my best. Hope you like it. Have fun reading it.

Some days start out bad. This was one of them and if I had known how it would end I would have just stayed in bed. But since I'm not psychic, I made the mistake of getting up. I will probably never make this mistake again.

To get back to the beginning. I woke up in the morning and got up, and I also greeted the cupboard in a nice way: with my knee. I will probably see the bruise next week. In the hallway I realized that I'm late for the class and I can't drink my morning coffee if I don't want to miss everything. So I had to make the hard choice between classes and coffee. In the end I should have chosen coffee, because the class was cancelled.

Now the day is almost over and I was doing some shopping. It comes how must come, half of the things I wanted to buy were not there, a quarter I forgot and still the basket is twice as full as it should be. And then of course you go to the checkout with the shortest queue, but still you are the last to leave the shop.

Now I'm finally in the kitchen making myself some dinner. I'm cutting the vegetables when I feel I'm being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn around, but there is nothing there. I turn to the vegetables as the feeling increases and I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. Again I turn around, this time with the knife raised, but it is too late: the last thing I feel is a pain in my head and my hand cramping around the knife, then everything is black.

I should have stayed in bed.