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13/12/2011

The neverending nightmare



When I woke up it was as if I had dreamt it all. It was a distant reality. Surreal.


Sometimes when you've had a nightmare the feeling clings on to you throughout the whole day. It was like that also with this nightmare. Even when I didn't think about the nightmare, the feeling was still there. And suddenly I realised I was pressing myself against one corner at the subway with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I like to believe that my way-to-big jacket and the long scarf I'd swirled around my neck and chin, plus my big sunglasses that covers half my face made me completely invisible. Nobody can see how scared I am. Nobody can see how vulnerable I am. Nobody can see me. And if nobody could see me they couldn't hurt me either. I can't let them see me.

My concentration has abandoned me. My greek notes are just drawings of him. Standing. Threatening. with the needle in his iron hand. I forget to leave the subway when I'm supposed to and I am completely exhausted when I get home. Exhausted from the anxiety. Exhausted from all the people.

I study all the people around me closely. I can see them clearer now than before. Before they were only noise in the background, but now every single of them are in focus. All at the same time. I get so tired from all the analysing and my flickering eyes that cannot focus on one thing too long in case someone moves somewhere else. I get so tired of humans.

But at the same time I get depressed being alone. To be among many people doesn't mean you don't feel alone. You can be lonely, perhaps even more lonely than usual the more people surrounds you. They're all brain dead, heartless, cold zombies, ready to eat me alive should I be so unfortunate to lose my cloak of invisibility; my way-to-big jacket, my well swirled scarf and facecovering sunglasses.
All unknown are zombies.

And I am lonely and depressed until i see a familiar face. Then the world yet again becomes a happy place. I am safe. I am happy. The bad dream fades away in my mind. The memory will soon no longer be a memory.






My way-too-big jacket <3



12/12/2011

To be threatened for life



"I don't want to hurt you."

I knew it all along. Had my hawk eye placed on both him and he who seemed to be his partner the whole time they spent outside my shop. My eyes constantly observing his every move. He noticed. Stared back. I knew it.
I knew it.
I knew it.

Still, I couldn't grasp it till I heard he say it.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Not until I'd heard him say the words I noticed the weapon he firmly pointed towards me, two feet away. I froze when I saw the needle. Felt my fright for needles getting no less than it already was by getting threatened by one. A dirty one too. Bloody.
This was not what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to place my hand on his shoulder. I was about to kindly direct him away from the cashier, explaining that he was not supposed to be back there. As if he was lost.
I knew it was going to happen.
I just didn't believe it was going to happen.


"I'm so sorry."






"I don't want to hurt you."






"I'm desperate."