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something a father or an old teacher would do. It was so…bourgeois. So incredibly boring.
"I don't understand."
Of course you don't. It doesn't fit with your desperate need to please your parents, does it?
"Don't answer the e-mail, don't call them. Don't talk to them at all. Then you don't have to explain anything, see?"
Signe leaned forward and grabbed his hand in hers. "Let's see where life takes us. We can't go back. I don't want to go back to that boring old country and sit in some house from the eighties and spit out kids that will ruin my body and then bother me till I die. I want to live, Mads. I want to really live."
She paused and waited for him to fully understand what she was saying. She’d had this feeling ever since they were in that restroom in Egypt looking at the bartender lying on the tiles bleeding from his head. The adrenalin, the excitement, she needed it. She craved it. And she knew she could never get it back in boring old Denmark. Somehow, she sensed that she was never going home again. There was no way she could go back.
"But…but…our families?"
"What families? I only have my mother and I'm not missing her, to be honest. Think about it Mads. With what happened in Egypt, I don't think it is even smart for us to go back. They might come looking for us. It's better to lay low for a little while."
Mads nodded. He knew what she meant. He had worried about it too. Signe knew that and didn't feel guilty about using it to get her way. Signe was smiling. She could tell he was about to cave in now. She had him wrapped around her pinky.
"Okay. I guess I won't write back to her then," he said. He paused and looked at the screen of his iPad with the expensive alligator skin cover that his mother had bought him for his birthday. The cover alone was worth more than four thousand dollars, Signe had seen on the Internet. If everything else went wrong, they could always sell that. That or her engagement ring that had cost almost thirty thousand dollars.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Mads asked, slightly shaken with the decision he had just made. He put the iPad down.
Signe looked up from her phone and their eyes met. She felt a tickling sensation inside of her again. She never wanted it to go away.
"I think we should do something really fun, what do you say? Let's spike things up a little. I have an idea."
19
April 2014
" I 'M GLAD YOU CAME this fast," the man said to the numerologist.
They were walking down the hallway with the many doors on each side all looking the same, except for the numbers changing from door to door.
"Of course," the numerologist said.
"She woke up only fifteen minutes ago. It's right in here." The man pointed at the white door with the number fifty-seven on it.
"Thank you," the numerologist said. "I'll take it from here."
The man nodded and backed away. The numerologist waited a few seconds till she was certain he was going away, then opened the door.
She was sitting on the bed. Her feet pulled close to her body. She looked like a very young girl. She turned her head and looked at the numerologist when she entered. The numerologist smiled what seemed to be a friendly smile.
"Hi Zelllena."
The girl looked confused. "Who are you?" she asked. "Where am I?"
"I know you probably have a lot of questions, Zelllena and I will try and answer most of them."
"Zelllena?" the girl said. "Is that my name?"
"Yes. That is your name. You're here because we're trying to help you. You got yourself in trouble some days ago and we're trying to help you get better."
The girl looked troubled. "Why don't I remember anything?"
"You suffer from amnesia. But it's all for the best. This way, we can give you a fresh start. You need to let go of your past."
The numerologist felt so excited, but tried to tone it down. Being able to help Zelllena out and get a new life for her was just so giving of herself. It was the best feeling in the world.
"I feel so strange," Zelllena said.
"I don't understand."
Of course you don't. It doesn't fit with your desperate need to please your parents, does it?
"Don't answer the e-mail, don't call them. Don't talk to them at all. Then you don't have to explain anything, see?"
Signe leaned forward and grabbed his hand in hers. "Let's see where life takes us. We can't go back. I don't want to go back to that boring old country and sit in some house from the eighties and spit out kids that will ruin my body and then bother me till I die. I want to live, Mads. I want to really live."
She paused and waited for him to fully understand what she was saying. She’d had this feeling ever since they were in that restroom in Egypt looking at the bartender lying on the tiles bleeding from his head. The adrenalin, the excitement, she needed it. She craved it. And she knew she could never get it back in boring old Denmark. Somehow, she sensed that she was never going home again. There was no way she could go back.
"But…but…our families?"
"What families? I only have my mother and I'm not missing her, to be honest. Think about it Mads. With what happened in Egypt, I don't think it is even smart for us to go back. They might come looking for us. It's better to lay low for a little while."
Mads nodded. He knew what she meant. He had worried about it too. Signe knew that and didn't feel guilty about using it to get her way. Signe was smiling. She could tell he was about to cave in now. She had him wrapped around her pinky.
"Okay. I guess I won't write back to her then," he said. He paused and looked at the screen of his iPad with the expensive alligator skin cover that his mother had bought him for his birthday. The cover alone was worth more than four thousand dollars, Signe had seen on the Internet. If everything else went wrong, they could always sell that. That or her engagement ring that had cost almost thirty thousand dollars.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Mads asked, slightly shaken with the decision he had just made. He put the iPad down.
Signe looked up from her phone and their eyes met. She felt a tickling sensation inside of her again. She never wanted it to go away.
"I think we should do something really fun, what do you say? Let's spike things up a little. I have an idea."
19
April 2014
" I 'M GLAD YOU CAME this fast," the man said to the numerologist.
They were walking down the hallway with the many doors on each side all looking the same, except for the numbers changing from door to door.
"Of course," the numerologist said.
"She woke up only fifteen minutes ago. It's right in here." The man pointed at the white door with the number fifty-seven on it.
"Thank you," the numerologist said. "I'll take it from here."
The man nodded and backed away. The numerologist waited a few seconds till she was certain he was going away, then opened the door.
She was sitting on the bed. Her feet pulled close to her body. She looked like a very young girl. She turned her head and looked at the numerologist when she entered. The numerologist smiled what seemed to be a friendly smile.
"Hi Zelllena."
The girl looked confused. "Who are you?" she asked. "Where am I?"
"I know you probably have a lot of questions, Zelllena and I will try and answer most of them."
"Zelllena?" the girl said. "Is that my name?"
"Yes. That is your name. You're here because we're trying to help you. You got yourself in trouble some days ago and we're trying to help you get better."
The girl looked troubled. "Why don't I remember anything?"
"You suffer from amnesia. But it's all for the best. This way, we can give you a fresh start. You need to let go of your past."
The numerologist felt so excited, but tried to tone it down. Being able to help Zelllena out and get a new life for her was just so giving of herself. It was the best feeling in the world.
"I feel so strange," Zelllena said.
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