Die ersten Stunden

Ein zerbrochenes Weinglas lag auf dem Boden, während neben ihm still sein Inhalt leise in den Teppich sickerte. Diese Spuren waren eigentlich das einzige was noch darauf hinwies, das in dieser Wohnung etwas, nein, irgendwer sein musste. Ohne ein Wort zu sagen, lag ich neben dem Glas und starrte mit weiten Augen an die Decke. Ich spürte den Luftzug an meinem Ohr, welcher süß in meinen Gehörgängen von vergangenen Zeiten säuselte. Über mir beobachtete ich meine künstlerisch formvollendete, geschwungene Deckenlampe, ein kompletter Fehlkauf, auf die ich aber trotzdem immer stolz war, da sie einst, vor meiner Küche den Hausflur eines Hundertwasserhauses schmückte. Ich analysierte sie ganz genau und bewunderte sie. Von künstlerischer hand geschaffen etwas darzustellen, bewundert zu werden, einen Zweck zu erfüllen. Doch welchen Zweck hatte ich eigentlich erfüllt? Keinen so wirklich, denn ich verbrachte mein leben immer nur damit, es mir irgendwie auf Kosten Anderer gut gehen zu lassen. Mein Fernseher stammte aus einer Zwangsversteigerung, Mein Auto aus Deutschland, jedoch verdächtig günstig in Polen gekauft. Selbst der Wein, welchen ich bis vor kurzem Trank und das dunkle Jacket auf meinem leibe gehören nicht mir, sondern fand ich im Kofferraum des eben erwähnten, durch Polen geschobenen schwarzen BMW's.

Mein Kopf wurde plötzlich durch einen starken Luftzug zur Seite gedreht, so dass ich unfreiwillig begann, auf die Schuhe zu starren, welche mein süßer Schatz dort Vergessen hatte. Selbst sie war erst mit einem Anderen zusammen, wie es jedoch meine Art war, nutzt ich die marode Situation zwischen den beiden für mich aus, denn ihr Freund arbeitete viel und konnte sich nicht viel um sie kümmern. Das übernahm ich natürlich gern für Ihn, denn sie ist trotz allem eine Klasse Frau, welche ich in 50 Jahren noch nicht verdient haben würde.

Was wohl in diesen 50 Jahren aus ihr werden wird, hm…, sie wird schon jemanden finden, einen besseren. Traurig muss sie auch nicht sein, denn so schade, ist es um mich nun wahrlich nicht… passiert halt, ich hatte Pech… Auch wenn es mit hätte etwas komisch sein sollen, das der Wein mindestens genauso nach Mottenkugeln schmeckte, wie das fremde Jacket roch. Nunja, das hatte ich von meiner typischen Art. Immer denken man, wüsste alles, könne alles, und müsse dies der Welt vor allem auch immer gleich noch mitteilen, kein Wunder das ich so oft mit dem kopf durch die Wand gehen musste, zum Leidwesen meines Rufes. Was soll's, passiert. Irgendwo war ich ja schon immer neugierig, was nach dem Hier und Jetzt kommt, nun erfahre ich es seit einigen Stunden, und muss sagen.. ich habe durchaus schlechteres erlebt...

© Florian Schmidt, 2007

-Ein Hoch auf die Kunst Frederic Chopins!-

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"Sleep well" was the last message my Instantmessanger displayed me."You as well, Melody!"my mind replied to ist self. I liked her name even she did it not and wanted me to call her just Mel all the time. Melody- I don't understand whats so terrible with this name. I went to bed and tried to sleep but I wasn't able. All the time Mels words came back to my mind. She told me that I should be a bit more selfconfident, should smile a bit more."Why ?" I asked."Nobody like someone who allway look as he culd kill someone or thinks that the only reason for his exist is to afflict himself. So you do wonder to your self why I don't want to marry you yet?I don't want you to wlak around smiling like a jelly bear but a bit mor smiling would be nice, hunnie" she replied with a few smilies. Remembering this konversation it seems like there is a shadow coming to my mind. Some cloud of fear which rose up in my head. What will I do if she never will say yes to me? Or what will bei f she leaves me? I am not that guy who thinks the world is okay only while he could hear some birds sining.
In my oppinion the World and every human living on it is a cruel monster which is only here to hurt the people in his surrounding. But would it kill me if i try to to smile a bit more?"No!"I told to my self. Maybe the world will look a bit more friendliy If I just chase my dim thoughs away. Is there somthing I could loose if try to change my view oft he world? Yeah, there is someone. Melody. Even if the world wont change to me, as long as Mel stands by my side it ist he coutest place I can imagine.Tommorrow I will try to start."I love you Mel!" I whisperd and fell asleep….

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The Cookies

„Dream well, sweety! You two, too!" Miss Mauz told her little daughter and her little friends with a sweet smile on her lips."I like your Mom, Minz." Hassel the little pup whisperd."Yeah you should know her beautiful cookies. There are no better ones then hers . We call them"Choclate-paws"." „Thats sounds very nice, I like Chocklate very much!" Sniffle, the guinea pig replied. "So I am not sure but mybe there are some in the kitchen. But we have to be very quiet!" So the thre little kids stood up and creeped directly into the kitchen. As they reached they tried to find the cookie tin but could not find it." There are no cookies" Minz said sadly."Maybe your Mom brought them to the pantry outside in the garden house." Hassel said."Yeah, let us find it out !! Lets Play detectives hunting the hidden cookies !"Minz agreed " So lets do ,detectives!"Sniffel shouted."PSSSSSSST do you want them to hear us? Be quiet!" So our three friends went outside and went to the garden house as quiet als they could. Inside the whole room was coverd by darkness . All they were able to see were the contours of some funitiures. But even if they cpuld see not that much it did not al long time to find the cookie tin." Finally we got it, detectives!" Minz said." Go on and open it!" Hassel said in a excited way. It didn't take a second to open it. But it was nearly empty! There where no cookies, only a little sheet of paper!" Hey sweety" they started reading" so finally you and your friends reached the cookie tin. But I knew you would go out searching it. What a pity I was faste than you! Now go back tot he room! The beds are still waiting for ypu. Huges and Kisses Miss Mauz!" . As they finished reading they looked at each other with dissappointment in their faces. So they went back. As they reached Minz room there where not only there beds still waiting. Each pillow was dekorated with one of the Choclate-Paws they searched. In addition there was another sheet of paper on there beds:"Dream well sweety, love you all !!?" Miss Maunz wrote them down. After having there cookies they lie down in bed! With sleepy eyes Hassel whisperd :"Finally we got them, detectives!" and fell assleep with a peaceful smile on his face…

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The Meeting

Ayden was gone forever. Everybody knew this. I was the only one who didn't want do realize it.
It was terrible. She fell ill nearly 2 month ago. Something with her stomach. I was sitting next to her bed in hospital and holding her hand as it happend. She died with some tears in her eyes and the last"I love you Rayn* lied still on her lips as she stopped to breathe . She was dead before I could answer her. I just wanted her to know that I loved her more than everything else. It was the darkest day of my life. Everyday I was standing in front of her grave gaving her the answer I was not able to give her at the hospital. All my friends though I've become crazy but I didn't listnen to them. Nobody is able to appreciate what she meant to me.
One day a forgein woman appeard at the graveyard. First I didn't see her but I noticed her flavour. I knew it but wasn't able to say why. Suddenly she was there and standing next to me." This Pain inside is evil, isn' it?" she asked."Yeah..." I replied." It is very hard." "I know. I'm missing my friend , too. I will never see him again.. thats hard for me. When did you see him last time?" I asekd her. „About 2 months ago. The last thing i could tell him was these famous three words. Yeah, she told me the same!" Suddenly tears appered in my eyes. She directly noticed it and grabbed my hands to soothe me. „Don't worry I am sure she died as a felicitously woman because oft he knowlegde that there will be someone who won't forget her and put roses to her grave. And I even If your not able to respond her last words… I m sure she knwe your answer." She huged me an whispert silently to my ears:" Sorry, I have to leave you know… but never forget what I've told you, okay? Farewell, Ryan!"
Suddenly I stumbeld. How could she know my name? And who told her that I couldn't answer her last cute words?"Where are you?" I asked her but nobody was there. I was standing alone at the grave. All I noticed was an old picture lieing on the ground. I lifted it up. It smelled the same way the forgein women smelled. It was an older Picture with some writing." I know you love me too even there was no time you could say it… suddenly I recognize th

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It was early in the morning as he stood up. With a grimly face he looed at his clock."Dam it! 4 o'clock!" he shouted. He could sleep till afternoon if he wanted wanted to. But he wasn't able to fell asleep again. So he lied in his bed starring up to ceiling."What I've done to her?" He asked several times and suddenly he started to pray: "Lord if you hear me please reliefe me from all this waste my live consists of! Jesus Christ please stay near me!" He dind't believed in the Power oft he Lord but his desperateness, his pain and even the madness he felt inside stopt him from seeing another exit then begging the Lord for help.
A second look at his clock told him thats nearly quarter past four . So again he started requested some help. But this there was a difference!"You'ill find the keys to your problems in your mirror if you just look carefully enough." Only Moment later he sat in bed and looked through owner of this answering voice. Nobody was there. He fell back in his bed again and kept on starrig to ceiling.
Anyway he was still a young man his face was singed by life: His smile was gone a long time ago. His eyes were empty and surrounded by deep creases. You could try very hard but there is nothing to see inside them. There was no love, not even hate. He lost anybody and anything in his life which could make his existence livable.
The third look at his clock said it was half past four. I was a beggarly picture. His arms pended down his bed. They were not trained well but full of scars. He startet to hurt his self at the age of 16. Some were old but there were newer ones as well. If you have closer look you see a fine trace of blood which ran down his arm. His fingers begann to follow this trail down to his hand. "You'ill find the keys to your problems in your mirror if you just look carefully enough." The misterious voice startet again.

The fourth look at his watch told him quarter to five. Even he knew that there where nobody with him he stood up and went out of his room. He backed his arms right on bureau and took a deep look in the mirror as he was told. There was nothing to see than his reflection." There you are!" it salutet him."what the hell…?" he though to his self. Did I become crazy without noteing it?He moved his right arm his reflection did it, too. He lifted the left arm and the man in the mirror imitate it. He startet to shoud at the mirror but the lips of his mirror image didn't move. But after he finished the man in the mirror startetd to shoud back at him"Just see what did become of you? You god dam bastard! Youre nothing than a creep!" Listining this words he got the jitters. It took only a few seconds to take out his gun of the drawer. He brought it as defense again housebreakers.
As he aimed the mirror his eyes wen t big because the man in the mirror aimt him with same gun. „Do you really think you can play tricks on me in such an foolish way? HAHA-I dont think so!! So tell me how will you shoot me when im shooting you a second before? Such a son of a bitch as are will never be albe to beat me up!" With a lot of desperation he closed his eyes and remembers his movements he did in front oft he mirror as his man appeard. With a little tear in his eye he placed the pistole near his head. As he opend his eyes again his reflection started to laugh at him! How cute you are. You scared away all your friends ! In addition the person you called the imprtant in your life… so tell me when you look back at your life who of us ist he bastard who deserves to die? But I will end by know!" That was the last thing the Mirror said to him… meanwhile he cried and noticed that the man in the mirror was right. It wasn't his reflection which deserved to die.. The only mistake he could find in his life was himself. After comprhending thishe wasn't able to move anything of his body, not even his fingers. All what he could do was standing the watching his mirror pulling the trigger….

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