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    29-05-2016
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Forever

    My phone rang at 2 a.m. I answered. It was Mia, Paul’s sister. ‘’Mia, what’s going on. What is so important that you have to call me at…’’ ‘It’s Paul, Susan’’, she said quietly. She sounded exhausted and in a way vulnerable. She continued ‘The drugs, he has taken an overdose…’’  Silence. I didn’t know what to say or even think. I was utterly numb. After hanging up, I put my clothes on very quickly, jumped in the car and hurried to the hospital. When I arrived, there were some people sitting in the waiting room, including his parents, Mia and his friends. They all stared at me with big, frightening eyes. ‘’Can I see him?’’ I said softly. My throat was sore. ‘’He’s in there’’, Mia squeaked, pointing at the door. ‘‘He’s waiting for you.’’ I entered. As soon as I saw him there, lying down with all those tubules and vials, I felt like a knife stabbed me right through the heart. I slowly approached, kneeled down and took his pale, almost lifeless hand in mine, lightly squeezing it. ‘’It’s alright to die’’, I whispered. ‘’It would be a torture, but not an unbearable one. I’ve been through this once. I could lose you a second time.’’ I was shocked. What did I say? Did I really mean it? Then I understood: it just couldn’t break my heart because it was already broken. I thought about Paul who couldn’t resist the temptation of being free. I thought about his parents, who’d caused this contrary effect, although they didn’t mean it that way. And then, in a sudden, Paul’s eyes went open. A weak smile appeared on his pale face, as he said: ‘’I envy you, Susan. I envy you strong personality, your capacity to keep going. You’ll find a good man. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that man for you.’’ I bit my lip, trying not to cry. I noticed how his grip weakened and his hands began to feel cold. ‘’I forgive you’’, I said, while closing his eyelids. And after a very last kiss on his forehead, I left him. Forever.

    -Susan-





    29-05-2016 om 21:49 geschreven door Unknown  

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    As I was watching a fairly interesting documentary about Jesus, I noticed that my phone had rung three times. I put the documentary on hold and glanced at the little screen; It was an unknown number. A lot of question marks filled my head. Who would call me right now? Moreover, I just couldn’t understand how the person even got my number? My curiosity took over and I called the number back. Instantly a girl answered the phone. She said her name was Susan… At first, I didn’t realize who she was, but as soon as she started to tell her story, I was amazed: she was the girl who had a really bad influence on our son! I immediately wanted to put the phone down, but something in her voice, kept me from doing so. ‘It is about your son, madam’ she said. I pricked up my ears. What was going on? She took a deep breath and continued: ‘Paul is addicted to drugs and it becomes worse. I am so sorry, madam. I should’ve told you earlier. I just didn’t have the courage to do it.’ And that was the moment where you could hear a pin drop. My son addicted to drugs? That’s impossible! She went on: ‘His friend, Brian, gave him the pills the first time. But of course, he yearned for more. He became more and more addicted to that stuff.’

    After Susan’s phone call, I thought long and hard about it. Where did it go wrong? Paul once told us that he had stolen some candy in a shop with somebody named Brian. So maybe it wasn’t Susan that had a bad influence on Paul, but it was that Brian. Even when they were both two little guys there was already something off about Brian. I felt so sorry because I’ve never noticed that he influenced Paul in a bad way and I feel even more sorry for Susan because I and my husband have blamed her for every little thing that had gone wrong.

    -Mrs. Edwards-

    29-05-2016 om 21:36 geschreven door Unknown  

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    It was ten to midnight. Susan had just given me some beers and two little shots of vodka. The alcohol was burning in my chest, but my head felt as light as a feather. Suddenly I saw a guy approaching me. Because of the alcohol, it costed me a few seconds to realize that this was Brian, an old friend with whom I used to steal candy from the ‘Kruidvat’ shop. Obviously this had been many years ago, even before I got locked up by home-schooling. ‘’Paul’’, he grinned, ‘’good to see you! You escaped from the imprisonment?’’ ‘’Well’’, I laughed, ‘’actually my parents aren’t allowed anymore to keep me in their chains’’. Right then I realized how sick I felt, and that I was barely able to stand on my two feet. ‘’Well Paul, good for you! You know, I have something for you, something delicious, no, something heavenly. You’ll like it for sure!’’ In his hand palm were two LSD-pills. ‘’I don’t take drugs’’, I said firmly. But Brian insisted on it. ‘’This is the world, Paul, this is freedom! Come on, you aren’t mommy’s darling anymore! Taste what freedom’s about!’’ He had a point. Right now, my parents couldn’t forbid me. Right now, I could do whatever I wanted. In a flash, I swallowed the pills. 
    Brian was right. It felt awesome.


    -Paul-


    29-05-2016 om 21:36 geschreven door Unknown  

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    He ran away from home. This girl, Susan, her influence on Paul is even worse than we had anticipated previously. He went to live with her. He isn’t even in university for a month and he is already gone. We had expected for him to grow up, become a decent human being. Not to rebel against us even more. And this he does all for a despicable girl he thought he was in love with when he was a kid. And that is three years ago! We have always done everything we could for him. He only got the very best from us. And we did everything we could to keep him away from these kinds of things. Where did we go wrong? Where did he go wrong? We can’t make him come back. He is eighteen, so according to the law he is an adult now, so he can do what he wants. But he will come back eventually, he must come back. This is just a phase, wherein he thinks he knows better than us, his parents. When he realizes he was wrong he will come back home. He will leave that girl and he will have learnt his lesson. Of course we will give him home arrest until he’s 30 but at least we will welcome him back home. After all he has done to us he should be more than happy with that!

    -Mr. Edwards-

    29-05-2016 om 21:35 geschreven door Unknown  

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    It was a rainy day; the sky was grey and filled with large, dark clouds. Teardrops were tapping on my window. Meanwhile, I was writing a historical paper about the French Revolution which I had to hand in next week. Suddenly the bell rang. Unwillingly, I stood up and opened the door. And that’s where I was completely caught off guard. Out of the blue, he stood there. Like nothing had happened. ‘‘Please, Susan. Can I come in?’’ He said monotonously. Raindrops – or were it teardrops? – were rolling down his cheeks. Both his hair and clothes were soaked. ‘‘Of course’’ I whispered confused while letting him in. I just couldn’t say more. Many thoughts crossed my mind. What is he doing here?  How many times have I tried to contact him while it stayed quiet on the other side? I know his parents aren’t in their right mind, but Paul could have done something at least. It always seemed like he let it all pass by, like it meant nothing. I hated him therefore. I told him to follow me and to take place in my living room. As he sat down, a long awkward silence came about. Then he broke the silence and a flow of words came out of his mouth. He didn’t stop talking for half an hour. When he finished, silence returned and I could only bring out the letter ‘o’. I needed time to let it all sink in and clear my mind. Finally I said ‘So now you can do everything you want?’’ ‘’Not really’’, he answered, ‘’but now they can’t control me anymore. And they sure can’t prohibit me from loving you.’’ ‘’You still want to be with me’’, I murmured, not very sure whether it was a question or a statement. ‘’I want nothing more’’ he said timidly. And that’s when I fell in love with him for the second time. We talked a lot that evening, as though we had to catch up all the conversations over the last three years. Finally, it was time for him to go, as he stood up, he invited me to the party of our student community, which was next Saturday.

    -Susan-

    29-05-2016 om 21:34 geschreven door Unknown  

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    I’ve always wanted my son to become a strong, responsible man. A determined young guy, able to consider the world from a critical point of view. My wife –Lily- and I have the same values –that’s why we got married in the first place. Not because I was in love with her –let’s be honest, she isn’t that attractive, but because I immediately felt that she would be a great mother for her children. The first decade of Paul’s life did go as planned: his education, which we had strictly prepared in advance, seemed to work out. But it all changed when Paul went to middle school. We noticed that he got on with the wrong people, but we didn’t have any evidence that could confirm our suspicion. We could never get a word out of him; he was as silent as the grave. We felt that we had to take measures –and that’s what we did. We couldn’t accuse our son of being a criminal, so we hired a spy who promised to keep an eye on Paul during one week. He was persecuted everywhere at any time, from the moment he set off for school to when he got home again. But what the spy told us at the end of week was worse than we’d expected. It was a disaster. I remembered how my wife turned pale while hearing that Paul secretly snatched candy from the ‘Kruidvat’ shop. “The beginning of a life full of misery and criminality”, she said desperately. My wife and I decided to take precautions: by the next week, Paul didn’t go to school anymore. We taught him ourselves. That seemed to work out as well, regardless of the fact that he showed some resistance in the beginning because we had taken him away from, what he called his ‘social’ life. As the months passed by, Paul’s indignity seemed to be fading away, which was a huge relief for Lily and I. Finally, we could breathe again. Still we were a bit anxious of what could happen once our son turned eighteen. Then he’d be grown-up and independent, no longer abiding under his parents’ protecting wings. We knew that he would claim his freedom and that we couldn’t do anything but watch him go away. And that’s exactly what happened last month. Paul has left his parental house forever.

    -Mr. Edwards-

    29-05-2016 om 21:34 geschreven door Unknown  

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    I had been noticing some changes in his behavior, lately it had become very remarkable. For a while I thought that maybe it was because he was testing us and our strict rules. That he didn’t understand that we did it just for his own good. To protect him from all the bad influences and distractions in this poisoned world. But when he started to be more unruly I knew something more was up. Especially when he suddenly started to go to the library every evening. One night he came home after 9 pm. While the library closes at 7 pm. I did what we should’ve done sooner: give him home arrest for a month and took his phone away. I looked through it and found out what had been the cause of his behavior. There were lots and lots of messages from and to a girl named Susan. She must have been the reason for his behavior. She caused our son to be distracted, to not focus on his homework as much as he used to formerly. And she was the reason why he always left the house. She had a bad influence on him. I and my husband talked to him about her and made clear that he couldn’t be with her, with any girl for that matter. He was way too young to have such things on his mind and we couldn’t allow that. We needed to protect our son. Of course he was mad about this and he still is. But back then he didn’t know what was good for him, we’re hoping that he will learn to become the decent grown man that we have always raised him to be in university.

    -Mrs. Edwards-


    29-05-2016 om 21:34 geschreven door Unknown  

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    It’s been three years since the day I fell in love for the very first time. Just the awareness hit me like a sharp iron knife going straight through my heart. I was scared to tell her –I knew that she still wasn’t over her ex and that she just wanted to be friends- but I couldn’t make up a fairytale anymore. I loved her. And after two months of constantly talking, I thought I’ve waited long enough. At first, she was laughing at me and didn’t believe me at all, although I was very serious. To my great astonishment, she admitted the feelings were mutual, and bam, love was in the air. But things didn’t continue very rosy. My parents threw us apart, as soon as they discovered the relationship. I haven’t spoken to her since that remarkable, crucial day. I wasn’t allowed to do so. A couple of years ago, my parents decided to keep me away from what they called ‘a terrible world’ by teaching me at home: the memorable home-schooling, which I fiercely hated. The first time I went to a real school was nearly 3 weeks ago, when I started university. I’m studying psychology, the only section I’ve always been interested in. My parents though wanted me to become a scientist, a doctor, a genius. I’ve never really cared about what they wanted for me. Maybe cause I’ve always rejected their opinion anyhow. I’m done with that. Next week, I’m leaving home forever. I’m going to move into my lover’s student apartment. I hope she’ll be OK with that. That she’ll still love me as much as she did three years ago. Let’s keep our fingers crossed…


    -Paul-

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