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t stopped raining at dawn. Soon the raising sun broke soon through the dark clouds that had covered the sky for
the
last days. In the bright light the last raindrops started to sparkle and it looked as if nature was covered with
shinning
pearls. Fresh wind played with the coloured leaves of the trees. Some danced exited in the morning dust
and the rushing
was almost appeasing. Surely it was going to be one of those days why this months was
sometimes called golden September.
Silently
she stood at the open window. The wind played with the wide dark shirt she was wearing over her blue
jeans. She closed
her eyes and tried to think of nothing. Sunglasses hide her eyes, a dark cap her short blonde
hairs.
This
is going to be my last race.
She raised her hands and reached out for the chestnut tree that was standing in front
of her window. She knew
she couldn't touch the leaves after they cut the big branch that was once her lifeline. With
the help of this tree she
often escaped him. So many times she sat in the crown and looked at heaven above, feeling
the wind rushing
through the leaves around her. There she almost felt free and she wished that she could leave forever.
She
wanted to become the wind to be fast enough to escape forever.
Today I'll be able to.
Her face
was motionless as she stood there for a while, the arm wide stretched to touch the tree that used to be
her only
friend for so many years. Her gesture looked like a goodbye wave.
"Haruka? Breakfast!"
She winced as she
heard the loud voice downstairs. Actually she wasn't very hungry but she knew she had to eat
anything because the
racing could be exhausting. And she knew that he would force her to eat if she didn't.
Slowly she turned around but
the pain was faster. It flashed through her body and she winced again. Quietly she
groaned and took a deep breathe.
She knew this feelings. She was used to it.
Carefully she went downstairs and entered a light and comfortable kitchen.
Her muesli stood on the table while
her father drank is coffee behind the newspapers. Haruka sighed silently as she
sat down and forced herself to eat
her breakfast.
At least the milk tastes fresh.
"That's what
they deserved!" growled her father but Haruka didn't ask. She understood little of politics and she
wasn't interested
in the old men playing chefs but being at the same time still little children who are fighting for
their favourite
toys.
"I hope you are prepared, Haruka. Because today is a very important race for your career." Said the huge man
and
laid down the newspaper. He ran a hand through is blonde hair and got up. "I expect from you to break the
track record
this time. You can do it, I know it." He came over to her and she automatically ducked. "Don't dare
it to dishonour
me again, Haruka!" Then he left the kitchen and the girl lowered her head and pushed her
breakfast aside.
"Hai."
She whispered with a low voice and took the newspapers to think of anything else.
Today I won't dishonour you. Today
I will break the track record. And then I will leave you and this bloody life
forever!
Silently she read
the news and the temperature for the next days. It was going to be a lovely September. That was
good, because the
summer had been cold and wet.
Why do I care for the weather?
She closed the newspaper and froze in motion
as she read the headline: Famous musician and his family
involved in a deadly car accident.
"Goddess..."
she whispered as she looked at the picture below. The silver Ferrari that used to be the realisation of
a dream was
not more than a small quarter of metal and sheet metal. A red fluid covered the asphalt of the street
below and Haruka
was sure that it was blood. No, no one could survive such a terrible accident.
What happened?
"The cause
isn't found yet. The best piano player of Japan died at the place of accident. His wife fought long but
she died
at the way to the hospital. Their daughter lays in hospital. She is unconscious and the doctors don't see a
chance
that she will awake again. What a tragedy..." read Haruka aloud and didn't even mention that her voice
was very shaky
with a sudden. Her hands who hold the paper trembled and she felt trapped with all a sudden.
She couldn't breathe
anymore and nausea filled her belly and increased.
What a tragedy!
She read the article once more as if
it would change. But it didn't.
What a tragedy...
Haruka rose from her chair and it crashed the floor as
she spun around and run upstairs as if bloodhounds
haunted her. She ignored the shouting of her father and entered
her bathroom. She locked the door and went into
her knees beside the toilette. Then she threw up her breakfast. She
kneeled there for a long time and couldn't
fight back a sob.
She isn't dead. Maybe she'll survive it.
Very
slowly Haruka came back to her feet and reeled over to the washbasin to cool her hands and her sweaty
face.
Surely
she'll survive it. She's the strongest human I've ever met.
Haruka shook her head then she entered her room again.
Her rucksack was already packed with her lunch, her
racing suit and her English book. She'd write a test the next
day and her father expected only good marks. And
English wasn't her favourite lesson. Her French was even worse.
Why
should I learn all these silly languages when all I should do is racing the motorbike and full filling his
dreams?
Not my own ones...
Determined she threw the book and her lunch under her bed and took an old photo album and her
worn-out teddy
bear in it. She looked around her room and her Walkman and a black pullover followed. Sadly she observed
the
rucksack.
Strange, that's all what I own. That's all what would remember the world that I lived. Fifteen
long years. And all
I would leave are a teddy and some photos.
She ignored the cupboards being filled with
trophies. She didn't need them. Not really. They couldn't full fill her
dream. Hai, on her Suzuki she was very fast.
There she could almost feel free. There she wasn't only as fast as
the wind. There she was the wild element. Actually
she didn't want to win. She simply wanted to escape. To go
to a place where no one would ever hurt her again.
"Haruka!
We have to leave now!"
The girl nodded and left her room without looking back. She knew that she would never return
again and she
didn't regret it.
She thought at the headlines of the newspaper and knew that she would break
every record today just to let this
race be over as quickly as possible.
Please live! If not for yourself
or your music, then live for me. Because I need you.
Haruka was almost shocked as she felt the tears burning in her
eyes. She hadn't cried the last two years and she
hardly ever cried before.
"Haruka! Hurry up!"
"Hai!"
The girl ran downstairs and joined her father to go over to the big red car he was driving. Silently she sat
down
and reached automatically for the belt. Her father switched on the radio and Haruka made a face as she
heard the
famous love song they played a lot at the last time.
"You'll break the track record and make me honour, won't you?"
asked her father as they left the drive and
headed towards the highway.
"Hai." Whispered Haruka and looked
out of the window and watched the world flying by.
"That's my good boy."
Haruka's eyes grew wide behind
her sunglasses but she didn't say a word. She just pressed her lips together and
automatically crossed her arms before
her chest. It was an almost protectively gesture.
> That's what they deserved! < she heard again the voice
of her father in her head and clenched her fists under
her arms.
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