Prologue
I believe in God, but not in the church.
I believe that bad things happen for a reason
and good things don‘t come easily.
But if they come, one should resist and enjoy
I believe in the good inside human beings.
Even though loads of bad things do happen.
I believe that terrible wars do not happen,
because of the failure of god,
they happen due to the failure of the human society.
I believe in love, but I know that relationships are hard work.
I also believe that any kinds of relationships are
the most important thing that humans can have.
I believe that happiness and satisfaction
is more important than money.
I believe that life is unfair and wonderful at the same time.
I believe that one can only be with someone
unless he or she is with herself.
I believe that dreaming is wonderful,
but I also suggest that living the dream is heaven sent.
I believe in miracles and that those can happen
as long as one believe.
Part 1 – Who?
Chapter 1
“And so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time.
And so it is
shorter story
no love, no glory
no hero in her sky.”
- Damian Rice, Can’t take my Eyes of You-
Somehow it wasn’t what it supposed to be – not at all. Humans failed. She failed. We failed. I failed. You failed. Just like a silent explosion – it happened. Everyone failed. The most remarkable thing happened without anyone recognising it. Yesterday, the day before, last week, three years ago, in the first century of time. No sound. HUMAN ERROR! It was only in the head. No one would understand, even more will, does, did understand. Maybe it was only an explosion in HER head.
“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes” – Oscar Wilde
“Nicely paraphrased”, thought Bea. Experience then she would have a few. She looked in the mirror. “FAAAT UGLY BITCH YOU ARE!” She screamed – without any sound. Inside. Outside it was raining. She was in her isolation, in her private exile. Sent of her own. An exile from who she was, who she supposed to be, her dreams, her believes – her inner self. What one can do? Nothing. Waiting. Drinking Tea. Wishing. Praying. Hoping. Crying. Laughing. Standing. Sitting. Sleeping. Walking. Eating. Starving. Reading. Working. Pausing. Breathing. In and out. Over and over and trying not to forget that one, essentially thing – BREATHING!
That was what Bea did. Reminding her to breathe. Sometimes when everything was silent, when no television was going, no music was on, she could only hear the wind outside at night, when light was a part of the memory then she would hold on her breath. She felt her heart anxiously beating, but still she would hold on. She felt terrified. A few times she would hold on further, only then tears came up in her eyes, her head turned cherry red, and for one moment she sovereign of her body – until her body stopped her from being breathless. Suddenly she was a subject of herself, her body, the nature, the gods given, a particle in the universe, the smallest piece of a thing, equal the nothingness.
What do u think of this start? People say that the start of the story Is most important! Do u like it? More is coming up… (when I get time continuing writing – I hope this will be soon 
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