(Original)
Wir haben alles ausprobiert/ Die Freiheit endet hier/ Wir müssen jetzt/ Durch diese Wand/ Verlager dein Gewicht/ Den Abgrund siehst du nicht/ Achtung, fertig, los und lauf/ Vor uns bricht der Himmel auf/ Wir schaffen es zusammen/ Übers Ende der Welt/ Die hinter uns zerfällt
(English)
We learned to live and then/ Our freedom came to an end/ We have to break down this wall/ Too young to live a lie/ Look into my eyes/ Ready, set, go it's time to run/ The sky is changing we are one/ Together we can make it while the world is crashing down/ Don't you turn around- Tokio Hotel- Übers Ende der Welt
Ch 14
July 7, 2010
Whispering wind chilled my skin as I began to take a walk. Brightening rays of the sun blurred my vision as the rising heat killed the grass; from a vibrant green to a brittle brown. Clouds scattered the sky in an array of white wisps.
Metallic, shining benches surrounded the pathway, which circled the refurnished playground. Laughs and playful screams of kids echoed through the air. Screeching of the swings rattled back and forth with children having no reason to fear in the world.
I, on the other hand, I already began my morning run to enjoy the perfect weather. Music blasted through my headphones in some upbeat song to keep my momentum. But like any other time within these past two weeks, my stomach twisted in a knot. Nausea washed over me in a dizzy spell. In an instance my throat closed. The latest meal I had eaten rose in my esophagus leaving behind a trail or residue. Swallowing, I resisted the urge to puke.
My feet had come to a complete halt. Taking a sip of water, seconds passed by slowly. I knew the episode wasn't complete yet. Belching, the contents of my stomach hit the grass as I reached the edge of the path just in time. An acid flavor stuck to my tongue. My windpipe felt raw with the reverse outgoings of recently digested food. Followed by a coughing fit didn't help the feeling as I tried to gulp in air to my burning lungs.
The emptiness hallowing my stomach wasn't just from the lack of food. Sinking into my gut, a feeling that nagged in the back of my head; a fact I was too scared to face. A feeling I refused to accept. I began avoiding everyone, everything.
"Please, help," I whispered. If anything, I wasn't willing to face reality alone. "Somebody, anybody." A tear managed to slip from the corner of my eye. Rolling across my cheek, it fell into the pile of reminisce at my feet.
As if hearing my cries my phone broke the silence, wrapping itself around me in ropes. I was paralyzed. Wanting to check the caller, but afraid if I'd give in to easily to whoever may've been calling. Still I stood, bending over after the third ring. "What the heck," I mumbled pulling the vibrating electronic from my back pocket.
"Hello?" I answered, not ready to hear a recording voice.
"You haven't pick up in days," the other voice responded, "I've gotten worried."
"Adileigh, I need to talk to you."
"Well, I am on this line. You're talking to me right now."
"Obviously, but we need to talk privately. Now."
"I'll be at your house in five."
As I arrived home, Adileigh's car already parked itself in the driveway. "Hey," I greeted as she sat at the kitchen table reading through some gossip magazine.
"Hey," she said as she pushed the magazine aside. "Now what's up?" Her face molded seriousness as I took a seat across from the table.
"I think I'm pregnant."
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