tisdag 12 november 2013

Englischen Garten


Hallo!

Ich bin in dem Englischen Garten. Der Englischen Garten liegt im München, eine grosse Stadt im Süd-Deutschland. Der Park hat sehr vielen Aktivitäten. Sonnenbad auf der Wiese, Surf-Action, Menge Kultur und wunderbare Ausblicke auf die Stadt und Alpen. Es ist sehr schön!

Ich komme bald nach Hause. Tschüss!

tisdag 5 november 2013

We know where you live — Continuing

It wouldn’t stop. That God damn phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I already had my head buried in the bedsheets, holding the pillow over my ears. But it just kept on beeping. I didn’t have the courage to go and pick up the broken glass from smashing the paintings on the wall when I threw that stupid cellphone away. It was too close to the shards of glass. The sound. Slowly lifting up my tearstained face from the covers, my eyes searched around the room, finding where the sound came from. I had made up my mind. I wouldn’t go near it again. I’m scared, terrified. It wasn’t just a few times a day, but the texts came in every second. Non stop. The texts just kept on spamming the cellphone with hate and sorrow for me to open, which I didn’t want to accept. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted all of this to end.

The clock was past midnight as I heard the clock from the living room, and the phone had finally stopped beeping. Thinking it was because of a full memory card, I sighed in relief. Cuddling up in my blanket, I tried to get some rest, being exhausted from all the events that had happened the past few weeks. I looked forward to get a good night's sleep, but that didn’t happen.

All I could feel was a cold breeze. I instantly opened my eyes and sat up on the bed, looking to the window, thinking it was open. But it wasn’t. It was closed, but the curtains were still swaying before my eyes. Something didn’t feel right. Something was definitely wrong. I turned my head to check the time on my alarm clock, but it seemed like it had stopped working some time ago. It said it was 11:38 am, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. That’s when I heard it again. The phone gave off a melody I haven’t heard before. It sounded like it was a phone call, and not a text message this time. My curiosity took ahold of me, and I couldn’t stop my body from going to the ringing sound. Walking past the still moving curtains, kneeling down on the broken pieces of glass, I picked up the phone. It didn’t have a number, it didn’t even show that anyone was calling. But it was still ringing. Scared, I answered. I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to either. In the other end I could hear how someone whispered, ”I told you... We know where you live.”


With a hand from behind suddenly covering my mouth, holding me close in a tight grip with the other arm, I started to slip into unconsciousness, as I heard the silent, soft words of a manly and foreign voice... ”Sweet dreams, my love..”