Now there's time for some of my writings. Don't worry, I'll describe my Erasmus life soon ;)
Although there's not much going on to be honest.
Written for Devising Theatre class.
In winter the pool was frozen over for weeks. I was staring at it through my bedroom’s window, hoping the ice would break. I couldn’t stop staring… it was the only thing I was sure that will happen. Sooner or later, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that it had to. There was no other way. It has been the most certain thing in my life so far…
They said I was the lucky one. Was I? Perhaps they were saying about my physical condition, few scratches, bruises and a broken leg. Scratches and bruises will disappear within a week; broken leg will take some more time to heal, but still not that long. Physically I should be fine. However, no one said anything about my mental health. I’m pretty sure they think I will be alright as soon as I get back home. But is there anything I want to go back to? Is there anyone except from my cat…? No one said anything about that night, about the accident. They left me alone. Not only the doctors, everyone. I’m completely alone now, with perfectly flat stomach and no one beside me.
