Translation
Fanfic: Blutige Tränen
Chapter: Bloody tears
Here is a little story to lull you into a sad mood .....
HAVE FUN GUYS uh ... well fun .....
>> Hmmm ... yes, you are right .... stupid, that's me, just stupid ... and naive ... to be able to believe ... to want to believe ... love. The more you love the more you suffer ... as if your heart was torn ... and at some point ... you can't ... mend it anymore. At some point ... Now. <<
She falls on her knees. Her trembling hands on the cracked floor. Too weak to get up, she slowly crawls over the cold bathroom tiles in the direction of the doctor's cabinet. Her breath is panting as she slowly reaches up with her bony hands and awkwardly pulls a bottle of painkiller from the plastic shelf.
The brownish liquid shimmers in the weak light that penetrates the small bathroom from the hallway. Slowly she raises her hand and drinks the thick drug with greedy gulps, happy to lose herself again in her quiet, strangely floating illusory world.She sinks back exhausted. The bottle falls to the floor, breaks, the brown juice spills over the colorful carpet and the sharp-edged fragments slide up to her, ready to dig into her skin if she just took one wrong step. She had taken many wrong steps in her life and now ... her fragile body was covered with aching cuts. Her welling warm blood mingled with the hot tears on her cheeks. No one could see it, no one but her. Why did he leave her again? Why why? She laughed softly, the pain reliever did its job ... lulled her into oblivion and indifference. Like a little bird that flaps its wings weakly, tries to fight despair with all its might, spreads its wings to soar, to be carried by the wind, to chirp happily ...
And yet plunges into the depths with a sharp scream, is devoured, is forgotten.
She coughs. A dry, wheezing cough caused by the stuffy air that swirls through the whole house.
Her widened eyes twitch restlessly from side to side until they finally get caught on the broken pieces, slowly she reaches out her hand and picks up a small splinter ...
>> Away .... away again ..... fight for someone else .... not for me. Never for me ... hate .... love .... what's the difference? <<
She puts the shard on her wrist ...
>> It doesn't even hurt .... like butter .... and now I can see it ... the blood ... that covers my body and mixes with my tears ... <<
Your chest rises and falls faster and faster
.... little bird falls screaming into the dark depths ....
her breathing accelerates, she can feel the life flowing out of her body ... whether he will miss her, or not even notice that she is gone ... her hand closes tightly around the splinter, clasped like a saving rope
.... die to live ... live to die ....
With the last of her strength, she crawls across the slippery floor, facing the light that shines through the door, pale and weak, like her. Your vision is blurred and the swirling grains of dust in the air look like ominous shadows moving towards you
.... Where there is light there is also shadow .....
"You promised to marry me" "I thought it was something to eat"
Such faithful eyes ... children's eyes.
Silence. There where a steady knocking could be felt for the last 45 years ... there is nothing ... just silence. Your hand stays on the doorknob. He is cold. As cold as her clammy fingers. The oppressive calm is only penetrated by a small drop ... it becomes weaker ...
... not a word will ever come from your cold lips again ... my little bird
... do you rest him peace ... are you alone?Are you ... you.
>> You left me alone! DO YOU HEAR! I'm alone. Why are you doing this to me ... over and over ... over and over again <<
The air stands still. The dust lies in thick layers on the shelves. It's dark in the house, someone doesn't want to see the light. It's bright outside, but not a ray of morning sun penetrates the closed windows. Your eyes are cold and empty. Without life. You can hear soft steps ... with a soft creak the door opens. Someone comes in, calls for her, gets no answer. She walks down the dark corridor ... opens a door ...
A piercing scream echoes over the peaceful forests, is carried in all directions by the wind, fades and disappears. Like everything ... loses itself. Everything that lives, everything that dies. Nothing was, nothing is, nothing will be .... am I?
* Flashlight fore face hold * Maaaaakaaaaaberrrrr.
As a small compensation until I write the announced story.(That can take longer, however, because I want to write it in full first and then display it in its entirety.)
By the way, that's a DBZ story now! Maybe you'll figure out who it's about.
I just smeared it on quickly tonight so don't worry if it's not that good .... anyway I would like to have clerks ... then you'll get the next (better) story soon. BIIIIIIIIDDDDDEEEEEE! I'm addicted to picking !!!!! (cough)
Yingyang
HAVE FUN GUYS uh ... well fun .....
>> Hmmm ... yes, you are right .... stupid, that's me, just stupid ... and naive ... to be able to believe ... to want to believe ... love. The more you love the more you suffer ... as if your heart was torn ... and at some point ... you can't ... mend it anymore. At some point ... Now. <<
She falls on her knees. Her trembling hands on the cracked floor. Too weak to get up, she slowly crawls over the cold bathroom tiles in the direction of the doctor's cabinet. Her breath is panting as she slowly reaches up with her bony hands and awkwardly pulls a bottle of painkiller from the plastic shelf.
The brownish liquid shimmers in the weak light that penetrates the small bathroom from the hallway. Slowly she raises her hand and drinks the thick drug with greedy gulps, happy to lose herself again in her quiet, strangely floating illusory world.She sinks back exhausted. The bottle falls to the floor, breaks, the brown juice spills over the colorful carpet and the sharp-edged fragments slide up to her, ready to dig into her skin if she just took one wrong step. She had taken many wrong steps in her life and now ... her fragile body was covered with aching cuts. Her welling warm blood mingled with the hot tears on her cheeks. No one could see it, no one but her. Why did he leave her again? Why why? She laughed softly, the pain reliever did its job ... lulled her into oblivion and indifference. Like a little bird that flaps its wings weakly, tries to fight despair with all its might, spreads its wings to soar, to be carried by the wind, to chirp happily ...
And yet plunges into the depths with a sharp scream, is devoured, is forgotten.
She coughs. A dry, wheezing cough caused by the stuffy air that swirls through the whole house.
Her widened eyes twitch restlessly from side to side until they finally get caught on the broken pieces, slowly she reaches out her hand and picks up a small splinter ...
>> Away .... away again ..... fight for someone else .... not for me. Never for me ... hate .... love .... what's the difference? <<
She puts the shard on her wrist ...
>> It doesn't even hurt .... like butter .... and now I can see it ... the blood ... that covers my body and mixes with my tears ... <<
Your chest rises and falls faster and faster
.... little bird falls screaming into the dark depths ....
her breathing accelerates, she can feel the life flowing out of her body ... whether he will miss her, or not even notice that she is gone ... her hand closes tightly around the splinter, clasped like a saving rope
.... die to live ... live to die ....
With the last of her strength, she crawls across the slippery floor, facing the light that shines through the door, pale and weak, like her. Your vision is blurred and the swirling grains of dust in the air look like ominous shadows moving towards you
.... Where there is light there is also shadow .....
"You promised to marry me" "I thought it was something to eat"
Such faithful eyes ... children's eyes.
Silence. There where a steady knocking could be felt for the last 45 years ... there is nothing ... just silence. Your hand stays on the doorknob. He is cold. As cold as her clammy fingers. The oppressive calm is only penetrated by a small drop ... it becomes weaker ...
... not a word will ever come from your cold lips again ... my little bird
... do you rest him peace ... are you alone?Are you ... you.
>> You left me alone! DO YOU HEAR! I'm alone. Why are you doing this to me ... over and over ... over and over again <<
The air stands still. The dust lies in thick layers on the shelves. It's dark in the house, someone doesn't want to see the light. It's bright outside, but not a ray of morning sun penetrates the closed windows. Your eyes are cold and empty. Without life. You can hear soft steps ... with a soft creak the door opens. Someone comes in, calls for her, gets no answer. She walks down the dark corridor ... opens a door ...
A piercing scream echoes over the peaceful forests, is carried in all directions by the wind, fades and disappears. Like everything ... loses itself. Everything that lives, everything that dies. Nothing was, nothing is, nothing will be .... am I?
* Flashlight fore face hold * Maaaaakaaaaaberrrrr.
As a small compensation until I write the announced story.(That can take longer, however, because I want to write it in full first and then display it in its entirety.)
By the way, that's a DBZ story now! Maybe you'll figure out who it's about.
I just smeared it on quickly tonight so don't worry if it's not that good .... anyway I would like to have clerks ... then you'll get the next (better) story soon. BIIIIIIIIDDDDDEEEEEE! I'm addicted to picking !!!!! (cough)
Yingyang