Nick
It takes a while for me to fall asleep even though I am really tired. Hannah is in my head. Her smile, her laugh, her beautiful hair in the sunlight. I love her, I know that now. I never stopped loving her. Not one second. I just suppressed it. All these years...
At last the weariness gets me, and I drift away into nightmares full of Mephisto and Hannah and for some reason her daughter Claire.
I see Mephisto get killed by those guys from the bar and then there is Claire, crying over his body, looking at me with her judging eyes that damn me for letting this happen. And then Hannah appears and stabs me with a knife again and again while screaming at me for leaving her.
When morning finally comes and I wake up, my head is aching and I feel like shit. Not just physically but emotionally. Today is the funeral and today I'm going to see Hannah again.
I force myself to get up and take a shower which is overdue, because there's still some blood on my face. After cleaning myself, I take a look in the mirror and sigh. It's what I'd expected. I look like shit. I have a shiner and there are some other injuries covering my face. My hands are even worse. My wrist is bandaged but the knuckles are swollen and red and blue.
Everyone will know what happened last night in the bar. It's a small town. Everyone knows everything. Normally I wouldn't care, but it's my mothers funeral. I don't want the attention on me and my shameful behavior. She would have been disappointed. I don't want her to be disappointed, where ever she is.
But there's no use. I have to face it. I have to face all of it... Hannah...
Offene Arme der gewaltigste Protest den wir haben, will sagen: Bevor noch jemand hinfällt, passt bitte aufeinander auf in dieser scheiß Welt!