CREATIVE WRITING

"That's what I try to do all the time. But whenever it gets serious, I... I... have to get out and run away from all this. It's awful, I know, and I don't want to hurt the others, but... that's what I always do."

"then stop it! your life belongs to you! you can do with it what ever you want, but you can't go on like that. you will hurt people, as you said, you already did. change it! life's too short!"

'easier said than done'

"i know, i would like to, but i don't know how. maybe i'll try it in a new city. where does this train end anyway?", the young woman asked.

"It ends exactly where it started for you, my dear." the old woman said with a weird twinkle in her eye.

Jane was scared. The old woman had very weird manners. If she had still been a child, Jane would have believed that the old woman was a witch, or at least a prophetess. She seemed to know everything.
The old woman said: "So he asked you to move in with him?" Jane shuddered. Had she told the old woman why she was running away...?

"Y...Y..Yes he did!", Jane answered, but was still confused. She couldn't remember telling the old woman her reasons. Jane was a little bit afraid and the thought that this woman could be a witch, couldn't get out of her head. 'Jane! keep yourself together!! Witches do not exist!!', she thought
"Oh, sometimes they do!"

This woman was NOT reading her mind. It was a coincidence.
No, of course- she had fallen asleep after all this stress today and her guilt made her dream this.
"I am sorry if I scare you, dearie, but this isn't a dream."

Wow! This was really weird. The old woman read her mind! Jane wanted to ask: "Why...?" "Don't ask that question, dear." the old woman said. "I'm here to help you." Jane started to tremble. She was afraid, like in her childhood when her grand-mother read stories to her. "And how are you going to help me?" Jane wanted to know.

"everything that happened to you today, was destiny. maybe not happy at first, but you will see sooner or later. you are in a lucky position.", the old woman smiled at her.
jane was just shocked. destiny? how? "and why am i lucky?"
"you come to live with me!"

"Live with you? But weren't you saying that I should go back to him?"
"All in due time, my child. First, you need some help. And I will provide it."

"I don't get it! Do you do that often? I mean, give an asylm to young and helpless girls?"
"Yes, that's why I am here, my dear."

the confusion in her head grew. jane didn't know what to think of that lady. was she a lady at all??

And yet, even though she could not explain even to herself why she did it, she followed the old woman out of the train at the next stop, and then they walked silently through a lane that looked like no one had walked in it for the last fifty years.

"where am I?" jane asked astonished.
"you are in my world. it looks different for every person I bring here. And I always see it the way the person I guard sees it. You are in the past my dear, or at least the world you see is."

jane stopped following her. physically and literally. " i don't think i got that part"

"Well, then let me explain it a bit. I'm here, sent by destiny, to help people like you." "People like me?" Jane asked. "Yes, people who have problems, who are not really able to live their lives. The world you and I now see shows me your problem. Yours is that you live in your past. You cannot cope with your past. And now let's walk in silence. I'll need my forces when we get to the hut!" And the old odd woman, or rather the witch sent by fate, walked on without a word.
Jane was confused. Forces? Hut? Was she following a mad woman? Or was she, Jane, mad herself? Why was she following the woman? She shook her head and marched on through a forest that got darker and darker.

a forest? how could that be? but jane thought it was best for herself to stop wondering. everything she saw around her didn't make the slightest bit of a sense. so why arguing? maybe the old woman was right? she lived in the past. and it couldn't hurt, letting the old witch try to help her or could it?

No, Jane thought, after all she had nothing to lose. So she followed the witch in silence for a while. It got darker and she was afraid that she would never find her way out of the forest again. But anyway... She thought about the woman walking in front of her. What was her age? And what was her name? What was her profession? Did she have a family?