Out of this world
Out of this world...she was just out of this world.
As the
years move on, the memories come and go.
The house
next door was empty for years... curtains drawn, dark and nobody ever seen.
Strangely the garden was immaculate, green well kept with beautiful roses
blooming all year round. The walls were brightly painted, everything perfectly
in place.
One night
in mid winter, an icy wind blowing from the south, I suddenly woke up at about
3 o clock. Something told me to look out and there then in the small hours of
the morning, one by one the lights turned on. Yet not a living soul to be
seen...
I woke up
night after night and looked out. About 3 months later there she was! Clearly
silhouetted in the window! Dark, brunette, about my age, smouldering brown eyes...almost
like a gypsy.
Night
after night she looked at me, later she even waved at me. She haunted my mind
and my dreams.
She was out of this world...
I was
just 12. Never saw her parents or anybody else, never heard a car parking,
nothing. I did not tell my parents anything. It was too precious and my
stronghold against the brutal onslaughts of life.
My life
was hard and gruesome. Every day at school a never ending nightmare as
everything possible went wrong. My only breach against my marks in maths and
science, but that was too small to make a difference.
Being
small, nerdy and ugly, my biggest fear was Paul the bully. My whole life
centred around avoiding him, yet everyday on the playground he sniffed me out,
kicked on my shins, nudged my in the stomach, while his friends laughed at me.
No place to hide, life a misery, only to by highlighted by the far way glimpses of her resting my
soul and giving me peace.
Our house
my safe haven, my place of peace with my loving parents paving my way and the
midnight glances across the fence bolstering my failing mood.
Then, Christmas
eve, my mother prepared a wonderful meal, die lights flickering on the tree,
gifts displayed next to it. Disaster struck as the phone rang. It was the
hospital, Grandma was admitted and in a serious condition. My parents left in a
hurry leaving me staring at the flickering tree, alone...again.
The door
bell rang, I foolishly opened, they stormed in, all four of them.
“You
bastard!” they shouted with Paul leading of the pack. “Who are you to make a
fool of us in the class? Who are you to always get the best marks?”
They
threw my on the floor and kicked me in he stomach. The pain was unbearable.
“You
little twit, this will teach you a lesson, you bastard!”
Blowing
smoke in my face, the kicking and hitting seemed endless. I knew I was going to
die.
Then...the
door opened slowly, she walked in. No wrong, it seemed that she floated. She
was dressed with clothing I never saw, black with a hood, strange, almost
medieval...
She was
small, even smaller than me. She walked straight to Paul. The smouldering brown
eyes glaring at him.
“What
have we here?” asked Paul with a broad smile, “What a beauty! Just what I was waiting
for!”
He
stretched for her.
She did
not say a word, took the 2 metre tall Paul by his neck, picked him up and held
him above her head. She threw him through the door. He landed 15 meters away on
the pavement in a screaming broken and bruised heap. Peter, John and Freddie
stood petrified with fear. Slowly she took them one by one and they met the
same fate.
She
walked to me, bent down on her knees, pickup me up, dried my tears and held me
close to her with kindness in her eyes.
Slowly
she turned her back to me and without a word walked out and disappeared into
the night.
I knew I
will never saw her again, she remained a precious figment in my mind... she was out of this world.
Next door, one by one, the lights were fading out....
Next door, one by one, the lights were fading out....
