Tonight, my witch and I would like to tell a tale that could once have taken place in this world, but certainly could not anymore. It is full of choices to make, of coffee places late at night, and people to meet.
It all started with nights that a young woman spent with books alone at home. It was a night that opened up a world inside of her. It was a night full of ideas, time shared between reading and singing. And you know what made her ideas so wonderful?
There was a world to go into and carry them along.
This is a tale about a young woman finding out what her life was supposed to be about. What her voice sounded right for. The blue dress or the red one? Cotton candy or beer? Making that one joke and getting attention from someone unexpected?
But, of course, it never is that easy.
When this young of woman came home, a young man was already waiting for her. A young man that her parents loved. She had chosen him herself, but her parents had still been impressed by him. So impressed, they could not possibly imagine a reason for her not to marry him. They even told her off for not always agreeing with him. „Be nice to him, or he may leave“, her mother once had said. And her father was even more convinced of this young man needing to be part of the family. So much, it happened that he spent an evening talking to him and forgot about his daughter.
And after all, this was what life really was about, right? Getting married at 25, having someone to bring to family gatherings, and giving your parents grandchildren.
But this young woman had other ideas.
She had ideas about life that could easily break her own heart, but others got that done first.
Layla and I can assure you that those ideas definitely included postponing marrying Daddy‘s favorite and breeding with him.
The young man her Daddy loved so much came home terrible drunk one night.
His heart was broken, because the love of his life had fallen asleep alone in the living room with her books full of ideas the night before, and he feared to lose her.
So, he had gotten too drunk to ever remember the details of this night.
When he saw the love of his life sitting on the floor of the living room and having a tea while listening to music he had never heard before and reading yet another book, he opened up his pants and aimed for her face with his little friend. „Do you still love him?“, he asked. Sex had lost its fire for him since she had started dreaming of these things he did not understand. When she turned away, he became furious, went into the kitchen and threw a bowl of salad against the wall. Next thing, an apple against the window. The love of his life did not react, and so he filled a wine glass with soap and screamed: „I am going to kill myself, because you don‘t love me anymore.“ Now, the young woman hurried to him and took the soap away, but he had already gotten a knife.
Daddy‘s favorite boyfriend held a knife right in front of her.
She did not leave.
Sometimes, he pointed the knife at her chest, then again at his own throat.
She was shaking, and her mouth was dry when she asked him to put the knife away.
In the end, she took it from him and hid it away.
The last thing Daddy‘s favorite boyfriend did that night was smashing the TV. „You loved watching ‚Friend‘ more than me“, he said.
The young woman made sure that he made into their bed, and then locked herself inside the living room.
She could not stay here. She had to leave.
A man that at that point she had still loved had pointed a knife at her and made her fear for her life.
He wanted to hold her the next morning, but she could not unsee what had happened between them.
The idea of marrying him, bringing him to her family again and having a Baby was gone.
She had to leave and she knew that she could never explain this to her parents. They had loved him too much.
The good thing of this story is that she had places to go.
She changed into a black dress, still crying and occasionally shivering from all the adrenaline of the last night, and she went out into the world.
There she would spent hours at a coffee place next to a train station and talk to the boy that had unexpectedly laughed about her stupid jokes.
She was happy about being in a place where neither her boyfriend and his knife, nor her parents and the idea of a baby existed.
This was a place to heal her wounds.
These days, I wonder how she would have escaped her hell.
Mistress witch writes 