Khimilia Delair/Diary/Gottago

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I wrestled with myself for weeks, and it is usually not my way to abandon my family like this. But I need to get away from home. The void that was once filled by my sister is eating away at me. And I believe this void is strengthed by the hole left in both my home and the people that live in it. Maybe escaping it is a way to break this cycle of misery. Maybe not.

My mother walked yesterday, while I was packing my backpack. She looked at it, and then locked at me. She was deeply worried, I could see that in her eyes.

"I geh nua wondern.", I said, to calm her down. But she didn't believe me. She knew me far too well for that. I went over to her, and took her into my arms.

"Kim jo wieda.", she whispered in my ear. "Natürlich.", I replied.

Tomorrow I will get up early and sneak out of the house. With my bicycle I will head for the train station and make my way south. Styria should be nice this time around, or maybe even Kärnten. I have no plans though to leave the country. That would be far too dangerous. Anyway, good night and see you in a few weeks time.