Gone Forever
Geplaatst: 10 mei 2007 21:16
Dit is de eerste keer dat ik een verhaal schrijf. Ik hoop dat jullie het niet erg vinden dat het in het Engels is geschreven. Graag jullie reacties, want ik ben nog niet goed, maar wil wel graag beter worden 
It was late at night. I was in the club, together with my friends, except for one. One girl. She wasn't here. She was with her other friends, and I missed her. I did if I had fun, but inside myself I was crying. Nobody knew I missed her so damn much. For them she was just a girl, not a friends anymore but a stupid girl who gave up her friends. But they didn't know the truth, the real story, the reason why she walked away from us. Not she, but her new friends were guilty.
It started when she started to sing, in a band. She had to do an audition and she was so happy when the other guys chose her to be the leadsinger! And I was proud of her. Finally I saw self-confidence in her eyes, something that I had never seen before. I thought she had changed, that she finally find out that she was an awesome and really talented girl. But I was wrong. It didn't came from herself. The insecurity was stronger than it had ever been before. She was afraid to fail. And that stupid guy used that situation to make another victim. I always try to imagine that situation. Her waiting for the audition, him entering the room, and asking if she is nervous. But my imagination always stops there. I can not and do not want to see the moment that changed her life forever. The moment of her weakness. The moment that he gave her that f*cking XTC. How could she had been so stupid to take it? Why did she trust him? Why? Now she was gone...
I started to cry, but I didn't want my friends to see it. I didn't want them to know my sadness, so I walked outside. It was cold. I walked for a while, and suddenly I saw a crowd. I heard people talking and crying. There was panic. What was wrong there? I tried to come closer. I heard people talking everywhere: "Drugs and alcohol, a bad combination." and "She was a real junkie." and "She passed away."
Suddenly I saw a girl lying on the street. Her skin was white. Her eyes were closed. But it was not just a girl. It was her.
"Excuse me sir, can you please leave this place, so we can do our job?"
But I didn't move, I was numb. It was her. Gone. Forever.
It was late at night. I was in the club, together with my friends, except for one. One girl. She wasn't here. She was with her other friends, and I missed her. I did if I had fun, but inside myself I was crying. Nobody knew I missed her so damn much. For them she was just a girl, not a friends anymore but a stupid girl who gave up her friends. But they didn't know the truth, the real story, the reason why she walked away from us. Not she, but her new friends were guilty.
It started when she started to sing, in a band. She had to do an audition and she was so happy when the other guys chose her to be the leadsinger! And I was proud of her. Finally I saw self-confidence in her eyes, something that I had never seen before. I thought she had changed, that she finally find out that she was an awesome and really talented girl. But I was wrong. It didn't came from herself. The insecurity was stronger than it had ever been before. She was afraid to fail. And that stupid guy used that situation to make another victim. I always try to imagine that situation. Her waiting for the audition, him entering the room, and asking if she is nervous. But my imagination always stops there. I can not and do not want to see the moment that changed her life forever. The moment of her weakness. The moment that he gave her that f*cking XTC. How could she had been so stupid to take it? Why did she trust him? Why? Now she was gone...
I started to cry, but I didn't want my friends to see it. I didn't want them to know my sadness, so I walked outside. It was cold. I walked for a while, and suddenly I saw a crowd. I heard people talking and crying. There was panic. What was wrong there? I tried to come closer. I heard people talking everywhere: "Drugs and alcohol, a bad combination." and "She was a real junkie." and "She passed away."
Suddenly I saw a girl lying on the street. Her skin was white. Her eyes were closed. But it was not just a girl. It was her.
"Excuse me sir, can you please leave this place, so we can do our job?"
But I didn't move, I was numb. It was her. Gone. Forever.
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btw