Lovefool (complete 1st part of Lovefool trilogy)
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#24 I HAVE A FEELING
Driven by her emotions, she ran away from his car and wasn't able to say more than “Thank you”. She was almost knocked down by cars, which had green light and started driving off quickly from the crossing to get a green light on the next crossing as well. After a little chaos on the crossing, she hastened on and for a second caught a glimpse of the Red Water Tower supplied water to the residents of the southern districts of Wrocław. She ran into the direction of the Jewish cemetery and then she was already there – in front of the door to the apartment of her aunt Renata. Now she knew it was her final destination. She stopped and breathed in shortly. She was tired; she tried to run as fast as it was possible.
She wanted to ring the bell, but she noticed that the door wasn't closed. She pushed it carefully and the door opened slowly. When she stepped into the apartment and she knew, it was already too late. She could smell blood and it was enough to assume, it was all done. She also knew that her aunt always used to keep the house perfectly tidy and now all the drawers were pulled open revealing their secrets. All sort of stuff and plants were lying all over the floor and their flowerpots were broken. It looked like a tornado hit this room – pure chaos. Room by room she checked whether something was spared from destruction. But she couldn't find anything. The last room to check was the bathroom and she already felt knew she would find something she doesn't want to see there.
She touched the door handle and wanted to open the door.
Right in this moment, police officers arrived and she couldn't hear anything at all anymore. People’s lips were moving, officers were walking here and there checking the rooms, and then they took her away from the bathroom and held her against the wall. They kept her head towards the wall and didn't allow her to move.
Everybody seemed to be disgusted and some had even heaved the gorge. She stayed calm, and in one moment of less control, she quickly looked back over her shoulder. She could see her aunt's hand sticking out from underneath a white material that was hiding the rest of the body. The smell was awful. It smelled of blood, an old smell, full of aggression and it reminded her of times of greatest suffering.