Mad [English]

Walking down the hill. Trees around me. Hoping no one can see me. Although I don’t think so. No living thing is here. I sigh and give a look around. How did I get here? I was on the road. When a man came up to me. I knew him from something, but, I just can’t remember. I can’t remember much I have to say. He would find me. He said. He said it in my face. I know then I gave him a strange look, he already found me, didn’t he? It took a long time to get it. He wasn’t the one searching for me, it was someone else. But why, who, and why didn’t the person himself came up to me? I sigh again leaning to a tree. When I breathe it hurts badly and I know I need a stop. I hear a stick cracking and, although I’m not sure what it was, if it even was something. But I’m scared as hell. Tears stream down my face. I know I was home and looked out the window. It was a person, I know it for sure. Blood red eyes. I screamed, but no one could hear, no one was home. I locked the window and the door. I closed the curtains and went under the bed. After an hour, if it wasn’t more I dared to get up and take my phone. All of a sudden the battery was empty. But it was full an hour ago, when I saw the person. It was pretty dark in my room and I was so scared, my belly hurt and I was just waiting for my parents to come home. Seven o’clock, no one, eight o’clock, no one. Hours went by and still, no one came home. It wasn’t the first time strange things happened. The next day I heard weird noises. I was so scared, no one was home again and instead of locking the door I ran outside. And now, now I’m in the woods. I hear an owl and scream. I reach to my heart while tears with blood drip on the dirty ground. I ran so hard I didn’t feel the pain of the stick which scratched me open. The next thing I see are black persons. They make weird noises. They come closer to me. Where am I?! This is all pure horror! The black persons move faster and faster towards me. I run and come to a bridge. The man come from both sides. A shadow over their faces. Black jackets and pants. Or is it a dress? I couldn’t see. I was locked. I don’t know where to go. What could I do?! Alone, in the woods, on a hill, a bridge with water everywhere around the bridge. What?! This was madness. My legs are shacking and I have to make a choice. I climb on the bridge. Now there is only one way to go because the black persons come closer and closer. Stretching their arms to reach for me. A last scream comes out of my mouth and I fall. Fall in the deep water. And from that moment. I didn’t hear screams or saw scary things. Just.. peace..


The little girl was dead. They found her on the hill in the woods near the bridge. Soaked in water. People always knew she was mad. She saw things that weren’t real. The man who said to hear ‘I will find you’ just asked her the way. She ran away from him without saying a thing. The person in front of the window was never there, only in her mind. Just like the black people who came after her. She was mad but didn’t realise. She went in history. Everyone said something else happened. But it was just a little and poor girl, who had gone mad in her head. She didn’t know what was real and what was not and believed everything she saw and heard. It was just fantasy in her head, really realistic fantasy. She couldn’t understand that her eyes, ears and mind betrayed her. And it meant her death.