There I am. Pressed against the cold ground. In the beautiful park with flourishing tulips, however all I can see is haze. People are surrounding me. In panic, they try to wake me, unfortunately without success.
Am I alive? Am I dead? I don’t know. To be honest, I have no idea. I hear these screaming voices filled with fright but I can’t respond to them. It was supposed to be a lovely day in the verdant park. I had prepared my specialty for him, cherry pie with extra cherries on top, the day before. Even in my wildest dreams I could never predict this.
Hearing blurry voices screaming in panic around me, I want to show them a sign of life, to assure them that I am okay, even though I am not. I try to lift one arm, but my body defies me. I have lost control over my own body. My biggest fear, losing control, I am now facing. Feeling the cold surface of the grey asphalt pressed firmly into my pounding body while I try to clear my hazy mind. How could he? I try to remember. But once again, my body defies me. Everything is hazy. I can’t distinguish any features around me. The pounding headache never stops. In any minute, my head will explode. Everything will become dark. Blood slowly runs down from my temple, and it doesn’t stop. As soon as it reaches my cheeks, it coagulates. My body hurts. The pain is intense and it is killing me inside. Have I breathed my last breath? Will this be my fall? The body gathers power. It will never give up. I will never give up. I will fight back.
There I am. Still pressed against the cold ground. In the beautiful park with the flourishing tulips. My hazy mind is clearing. Birds are singing around me. The sky is colored like the Mediterranean Sea and the sunbeams warm my cold, hurting body. People are still surrounding me, he too. And in panic, they try to wake me, this time with success.
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