Hollow part 15
I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
I’M NOT A WRITER
IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW
Sometimes is enough one thought that once given, grow, until at certain moment it explode, not letting brake.
Laying on the floor, she stared at a standing on a cabinet, covered by a black, fabric mirror. In three days… In three days, it’s been six weeks from death of her brother. Six weeks needed soul of suicide to leave this world. Every night Eli prayed to God. Praising her brother’s nobility, sensitivity and kindness she asked God for salvation for his soul.
Sometimes she had a feeling that her brother was with her. As if he was her Guardian Angel and… Exactly! Did he just watch her? She felt that a mystic power pushed her, induced to the act.
She rolled over her back, pulling a heavy duvet up.
Brother, what you want for me? – she whispered. What is my role in this? You’re already died and me…I’m still young. I’m a young woman that never wore a white dress, never felt touch of man’s lips on my mouth and never was a mother. Please, if you love me,if you care of your sister, please, let me go. I’m not a tool. I have feelings, I have dreams, I have choice.