את הסיפור הזה התחלתי לכתוב בערך לפני שנה. זה מסוג הדברים שפשוט ישבתי וכתבתי בלי להפסיק, ומה שיצא- יצא.

אבל מה שיצא, זה בעצם התחלה של סיפור, וסוף של סיפור, ולא היה אמצע.

וכל הזמן חשבתי מתי ואיך אני אשב ואכתוב את האמצע הזה.

והיום החלטתי שזהו.

אני מתיישבת ומסיימת את הסיפור הזה, וזה מה שעשיתי.

[יאפ, יש לי כוח רצון ענקי כשאני ממש רוצה.]

אז שוב- זה נכתב די ברצף, ולא ממש התייחסתי לשגיאות, אז סליחה מראש על שגיאות הכתיב והדקדוק. אני פשוט לא בודקת את זה..

Black

She woke up that morning to the sight of a white cloud floating in the air. If someone could ever tell her that tonight she is about to cry like a little baby, she would laugh at him, she wouldn't believe.

That morning was so wonderful.

"God will make his biggest crime if he ruins such a beautiful day!", she said to herself with a big smile.

She didn't actually believe in God, but sometimes people need to explain things to themselves, especially if those "people" are just a little girl. 16-year-old girl on vacation, who shouldn't really bother about stuff, just smile sometimes, and tell everyone that everything's gonna be just fine.

It was about 10 AM. She never opens an eye before this hour, unless she really has to...

But that day, something inside told her she needed to be awake, to open her eyes and use every minute of that beautiful day. She left her room and saw the house was empty. She loved the empty house.

"Mom might be at the hospital with him right now, she said yesterday that she'll come late at noon. Well, that means an empty house for at least 6 hours! Great! Finally the quiet I was waiting for a long time!"

At noon, her mother came home. She said there was no change in his condition. She told her everything about what happened that morning, and why they transformed him to another hospital. She also told her she needed to come back as soon as possible.

"Well more of the empty house for me today! In the evening I'll go there too..."   

The evening came, and her mother still was there. She began to worry. What about her visit? After all, she wanted to see him today too. She turned her computer on. Tried to find something that will distract her from thinking about him. And of course, she found. Two hours passed and she didn't even notice. Suddenly she noticed her right hand got cold. Few minutes later, her left hand got shivers. Nevertheless, she kept doing what she did, and shut those voices inside her head.

Twenty minutes later her mother phoned, and just asked what was the number of their aunt in Germany.

Then she knew.

The shivers were there because of something. There was a reason her hand got cold.

She knew.

He died.

"They couldn't save him... they tried... I promise you! Oh! How much they tried! ..."

The words, the tears, everything was in such a big mixture that no one could separate a single word... a single tear...

No one could stop the tears, just as no one would bring him back.

But something would stay with her forever: the memory of his eyes, his blue skyish eyes, the night before, saying "I'm sorry..." , or was it maybe "Stay...don't leave me... help...".

She doesn't know, and no one can tell her. Neither do I.

© NightSky 

לפני שנה (לפי התאריך הלועזי) נפטר סבא שלי.

והתחלתי לכתוב את זה בלילה אחרי, או מתישהו במהלך השבוע אחרי, אני לא זוכרת במדויק.

אז רציתי לסיים דווקא היום.

דווקא בהתחלה לא חשבתי שזה יהיה דומה למה שקרה, הייתה לי השראה דווקא ממשהו אחר גם, אבל ככה זה יצא, וכל אחד יכול להבין את הסיפור ולקשר אותו למה שמתחשק.

אני לא רוצה לפרט כאן יותר מדי. אבל גם האירוע הזה, שינה אותי מאוד.

התחלתי לראות את הטוב בדברים הרעים שקורים לי. אולי לא תמיד, אבל לפעמים כן..