It was Saturday night and I walked dreamily
through the streets. Then suddenly I saw her. A little girl,
standing at the bus stop. She stood slightly apart from
the other people who were waiting for the bus.
At first I believed to see an Angel. She
seemed so innocent and fragile. At first glance, this girl
seemed to be untainted. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.
She was a real beauty with her big eyes, fine mouth, and
the small snub nose. Her golden hair shone in the moonlight
and fell loosely around her shoulders. Only her light blue
summer dress was out of place.
Didn’t she feel cold? After all,
it was already early autumn and the first leaves were colourful.
Even if it was a mild night, this dress was a little unsuitable.
She held an umbrella in her hand, but there was no sign
of rain. Neither hide nor hair of her parents.
When our eyes met, I knew it: That's my
mission! My good deed for today! I smiled faintly at her
and she returned my smile self-confident. Feeling confirmed,
I approached her and asked what she did here all alone at
this late time. But instead of answering my question, she
looked straight into my eyes. „Do you see the guy
with the hood?“, she asked me.
I saw him. Few meters away a man sat on
the bench in front of the bus stop. He seemed to be in his
early thirties and wore a short beard. His hood was pulled
into his face but he took a peek at us. I nodded slightly
and the girl continued: „He's persecuting me!“
I stared at the little girl. She wasn't
being serious, was she? The impression on my face seemed
to speak for itself. Without further explanation, she grabbed
my arm and drew me aside. „Come on, I'll show you!”
We headed towards the man and as we passed
him, he looked straight into my eyes. I had to admit that
this girl was right; this man seemed to be really scary.
Only when we were out of his reach, the little girl let
off my arm. I heard rustling clothes and knew without turning
around that the man had stood up. Although I didn't hear
steps following us, the girl urged me to haste.
We ran down the street and turned to smaller
side streets several times. I was hoping that this area
was familiar to the girl because I didn't know if I would
find the way back. Suddenly the girl stopped. I leaned against
a wall; need to rest for a second. When I started to feel
safe, the little girl whispered something into my ear: „In
a minute we’re dead!“
Frightened, I jumped up and didn't know
where I should flee. As if she had seen my panic before,
the girl pulled me back and held on to my arm. „He's
been waiting behind this corner on us!“ These words
came emotionless to her mouth. She grabbed her umbrella
firmly and held it like a weapon. The tip of the umbrella
was gleaming in the street lights. When she jumped confidently
around the corner, it looked like a razor-sharp dagger.
At first I felt like this was a bad joke. Could the man
had really cut our way? How could he known which streets
we were walked through? Even I couldn't imagine how this
girl could know what would expect us behind the corner.
But when I heard the typical sounds of
a melee and following groan, I was taught better. I pulled
myself out of my thoughts and stepped bravely around the
corner. Horrified, I watched the girl pull the ‘dagger’
out of the man's breast. She stabbed him again. Killing
spree flashed in her eyes and her smile seemed to be ever-widening.
It was really the man from the bus stop!
The little girl was right about him. Not
only that he had followed her, also that he was behind this
corner. We could have been really dead within this minute.
But now it caught him and not us!
After the girl had stabbed the man again
and again, I couldn't watch this horrific sight any longer.
I called her to stop but she didn't respond. This man could
no longer harm us anymore. With all power I was able to
push the girl aside and snatch the umbrella. The adrenaline
was still controlling her and she was hardly to calm. Only
when I took the girl in my arms, it seemed like she came
back to reality. I let go off her and she withdraw from
my embrace immediately.
The girl picked up her umbrella and looked
bitter at me. „Let's get out of here!“, she
ordered in a voice which didn't allow any objection. She
didn't mention the man or the bloody deed. To make sure
I wasn’t dreaming, I briefly looked back. The man
still laid there. He was bent double and a pool of blood
spread out under his body slowly. His hood had been pushed
back and revealed his face. In the pale light, it looked
even more stressed and especially his distinctive cheekbones
stood out. His black hair was bound in a small ponytail.
His dead eyes stared at me while we disappeared around the
I was still in shock and passively let
the little girl lead me through the streets. A mystical
spell laid upon us. No one said a word as if not to break
it. It was the spell of forgetting and repressing. Should
we ever break this spell, we would have to face the consequences
of this horrific act and admit the mistakes we had committed.
But the reality and the ghastly events were very far away,
hidden behind a grey mist.
We came to the bus stop just in time.
We arrived at the same time as the next bus. The girl entered
the bus immediately. She smiled and waved at me. The doors
closed and the bus disappeared into the night.
Together with the girl and her umbrella;
but without clearing up her mystery. And I didn't even know
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