Lovefool (Introduction)

  #36 COME WHAT MAY

  Mia woke up as she felt some flimsy shine coming from outside. It was early morning and outside you could admire the lazy, slow going sunrise. She smiled to herself and to the sun, which was slowly coming up after a long night. This warmth made her feel better. The small things can make life great.

  She looked at the clock and it was early morning. She felt much better than yesterday. She had no headache anymore and the pain in her leg was already bearable. The cotton blanket was very warm and she put it a little bit aside so now she wasn't covered from her feet up to her cheeks. Then she noticed it wasn't just the leg, which was looking badly. There were bruises on her arms and a giant bruise under the left collarbone. She remembered how she was put aside and the memory of her pain returned. Scared she looked under the blanket and saw the rest of her body. Her stomach wasn't looking good, either. Luckily, the wound on her leg was hidden under a bandage. She was ashamed to see herself in such a condition. Up to now, she only got some bruises and that was all. However, she knew after every meeting with this nasty and cruel Jonas that he wouldn't step back and she would suffer more and more: meeting after meeting, until she would die. She knew it. She knew it for sure.

  She was scared. She already thought about her options, but every solution seemed to be bad. She couldn't leave her grandmother alone in the house of her offender. As long as her grandmother was living in a sweet unconsciousness and even happiness, Mia was able to withstand all violence, even if she should be hurt more and more. She didn't want to think about it. She had some days to rest and this night already was worth more than a week. She closed her eyes once again and tried to get other things to think about. She wasn't breaking apart, she was strong enough and she could just say: come what may. Now she was almost prepared. At least she thought so.

  Her heart had another opinion, of course. She wasn't prepared to die. She met Julian and wanted to spend more time with him. She met Sebastian and it was the same: she couldn't leave them without a goodbye and she wasn't able to say goodbye. Deep down in her heart, Mia didn’t want to say goodbye to either of them.

  She didn't want to wake him up so she wanted to stay in the room until he would knock. In the meantime, she just remained lying on the bed and watched how much sunlight entered the room and how the light was continuously spread in the room. The furniture looked even more impressive in this light. It was handmade, real masterpieces. The house somehow looked like in a museum. Even though, she felt great here. Everything had good vibrations and was cosy, even if she didn't just mind the cotton blanket. Moreover, she had the impression that time passed in a different rhythm here. Everything seemed to slow down.