there’s something wrong with their eyes

It’s cold outside. She doesn’t have any shoes on and her thin dress is covered with blood. With a tight grip around her teddy bear, she let her big blue eyes watch the world. Her world.

Bombs, small as apples, fall down on her, but they don’t explode when they hit the ground. No, they just lay there. Still. Just making their ticktack sound. Counting the seconds.

People walk by her. People without heads, people with five heads. People with eyes in their necks and with thick green skin. People who exchanged their teeth for knives.
They all smile and wave at her, then they turn to each other, whispering something she can’t hear.

A boy with a silver tongue walks up to her with a grin on his lips.
“’Ey, little girl, don’t you know which season it is? Don’t you have any clothes to put on?” he asks.
“It’s summer, we have summer now.” She answers, pointing at her bloodstained dress. He looks at her, with pity in his eyes, and just leaves her there.
Words like “hopeless case” and “poor girl” is flying around in his head.

She hear screams. Terrible screams, so full of fear. Tears start rolling down her cheeks and her body starts to shake. She hides her face in the teddy bears fake fur and feels her mum’s strong arms around her. Hugging her tightly. Speaking softly.
“Hush, baby, don’t cry. Everything is going to be okay soon.”
Hand-in-hand they go inside, where it’s warm and cozy.

A gentle kiss on her forehead and a red pill on her tongue. She swallows.
Soon, everything is going to be okay.

It’s still cold outside, because it’s the 5th January.
Snow falls from the sky and the singers beautiful voice is no longer coming from the radio.