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Fanfic: Es war alles so egal
Chapter: -Rain-
An underpass, connection between two train tracks. The floor was littered with caps from the last rain in which the flickering light of the neon lights was reflected. The lights bathed everything in an unreal light. The sound of their footsteps echoed loudly from the tiled walls.
* splash *
She had stepped into a huge puddle. Fortunately she had put on her combat boots so she couldn't get her feet wet. But even if she got some, she wouldn't care. She didn't care about anything. Absolutely everything.It doesn't matter to her.
There was no turning back for them. There was only one way out that she had taken far too often. Run away. She had run away so many times. Whenever it got too tight for her, when it seemed as if all problems wanted to overwhelm her, she ran away. She was used to it. All she wanted was to live her life in peace. But no one allowed her to do that.
She slowly climbed the stairs to platform 3, no one came towards her.Once at the top, she saw on the clock with the broken glass that she still had about 10 minutes. The track was covered. It rained. Like for days. It was pouring down, and she could hardly see the other track. The drops were falling so thickly. It reminded her of a day when she was almost 7 years old.
At that time she had lived with her mother in the country in a small village, in a big old house. The rain had fallen back then, her mother had lit candles all over the house and read summer stories to her all evening. The next day the sun was shining.
Lost in thought, she stared out into the rain. She would have loved to feel it, the cold rain on her skin. But something was holding her back. Your fear of water. No one was as afraid of water as she was. The water had stolen everything from her and for that she hated and feared it.
"At platform 3, please be careful when the train enters. This train continues at 9:38 p.m. to Aschaffenburg and Lauda Wertheim.The next stop is Rot am See. "
She took a step back so as not to get splashed by the train that pulled in a few moments later.
The older train model stopped with a deafening squeak and she could get on. A conductor held the door open for her and then walked up and down the platform to keep warm.
She went into a four - person compartment, closed the door behind her and stowed her luggage. Sighing, she let herself fall into the old sagging seats. Her limbs ached. She had sore muscles like she had never had before in her life. Was the bruise still visible on her cheek? As a precaution, she pushed the hair in front of the place where she suspected the bruise.
She looked out into the rain again, into the rain that was still falling as hard as before. It wasn't going to fall any differently for the next few minutes.
A young man ran outside across the platform, he had to hurry if he wanted to get the train.For some reason she wished he'd miss him even if he hadn't hurt her. But he did it, just in time. He disappeared from her point of view and a few seconds later the train started again.
Suddenly the door to her compartment was thrown open and the young man stuck his head in.
"Can I sit here?"
"There are still enough ...", but it didn't help.
The young man had already come into the compartment and sat on the seat across from her.
But what did that matter? He wouldn't bother her. Hopefully not. She looked out into the rain again and paid no more attention to him. Silence fell over them.
"I'm Daniel.", He broke the iron silence and held out his hand to her.
"Hm.", She made no move to avert her gaze from the rain. No way.
"You don't seem to be very talkative," he said, slightly irritated.
She took her eyes off the window and looked at him blankly.Up close he didn't look that old anymore, he was no more than 17 years old, maybe even younger. But that didn't change the fact that Daniel was annoying her. Just like the others.
She looked him in the eye without showing any emotion on her face. He stared back. His eyes were so bright green that it was almost no longer natural. So different from her eyes. Your rain-gray eyes.
"The tickets, please.", A conductor had entered the compartment without they heard anything.
She pulled out her wallet and showed the conductor her ticket. Her identity card fell off. Daniel was faster than her and picked him up. After a quick look, he handed it back to her. He showed the conductor his ticket without saying a word.
* splash *
She had stepped into a huge puddle. Fortunately she had put on her combat boots so she couldn't get her feet wet. But even if she got some, she wouldn't care. She didn't care about anything. Absolutely everything.It doesn't matter to her.
There was no turning back for them. There was only one way out that she had taken far too often. Run away. She had run away so many times. Whenever it got too tight for her, when it seemed as if all problems wanted to overwhelm her, she ran away. She was used to it. All she wanted was to live her life in peace. But no one allowed her to do that.
She slowly climbed the stairs to platform 3, no one came towards her.Once at the top, she saw on the clock with the broken glass that she still had about 10 minutes. The track was covered. It rained. Like for days. It was pouring down, and she could hardly see the other track. The drops were falling so thickly. It reminded her of a day when she was almost 7 years old.
At that time she had lived with her mother in the country in a small village, in a big old house. The rain had fallen back then, her mother had lit candles all over the house and read summer stories to her all evening. The next day the sun was shining.
Lost in thought, she stared out into the rain. She would have loved to feel it, the cold rain on her skin. But something was holding her back. Your fear of water. No one was as afraid of water as she was. The water had stolen everything from her and for that she hated and feared it.
"At platform 3, please be careful when the train enters. This train continues at 9:38 p.m. to Aschaffenburg and Lauda Wertheim.The next stop is Rot am See. "
She took a step back so as not to get splashed by the train that pulled in a few moments later.
The older train model stopped with a deafening squeak and she could get on. A conductor held the door open for her and then walked up and down the platform to keep warm.
She went into a four - person compartment, closed the door behind her and stowed her luggage. Sighing, she let herself fall into the old sagging seats. Her limbs ached. She had sore muscles like she had never had before in her life. Was the bruise still visible on her cheek? As a precaution, she pushed the hair in front of the place where she suspected the bruise.
She looked out into the rain again, into the rain that was still falling as hard as before. It wasn't going to fall any differently for the next few minutes.
A young man ran outside across the platform, he had to hurry if he wanted to get the train.For some reason she wished he'd miss him even if he hadn't hurt her. But he did it, just in time. He disappeared from her point of view and a few seconds later the train started again.
Suddenly the door to her compartment was thrown open and the young man stuck his head in.
"Can I sit here?"
"There are still enough ...", but it didn't help.
The young man had already come into the compartment and sat on the seat across from her.
But what did that matter? He wouldn't bother her. Hopefully not. She looked out into the rain again and paid no more attention to him. Silence fell over them.
"I'm Daniel.", He broke the iron silence and held out his hand to her.
"Hm.", She made no move to avert her gaze from the rain. No way.
"You don't seem to be very talkative," he said, slightly irritated.
She took her eyes off the window and looked at him blankly.Up close he didn't look that old anymore, he was no more than 17 years old, maybe even younger. But that didn't change the fact that Daniel was annoying her. Just like the others.
She looked him in the eye without showing any emotion on her face. He stared back. His eyes were so bright green that it was almost no longer natural. So different from her eyes. Your rain-gray eyes.
"The tickets, please.", A conductor had entered the compartment without they heard anything.
She pulled out her wallet and showed the conductor her ticket. Her identity card fell off. Daniel was faster than her and picked him up. After a quick look, he handed it back to her. He showed the conductor his ticket without saying a word.