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The Saturday was rather OK. After events in ice rank I was sleeping for
twelve hours. I spent all day alone (not mention a dog), because dad
brought mom to hospital for tests and Peter... well, he tried to come
back home only to sleep, so when I woke up, he wasn't there. I used most
of afternoon for research about school's history to find any clues about
my transformation. Also, I did notices about questions I wanted to ask
Eve and Marta - after Friday's situation I didn't want to bother Natalie.
I remembered that Eve said that some teachers also recognized who were
victims of transformation. So - as I doubted they were involved - it had
to be some key to the mystery. Of course, I had no guarantee I found out
about scheme of the curse, but I was pretty sure that it was one and an
attempt to solve this case was a relief to my tarnished sanity.
This what bothered me much was how I was adjusting to this new situation.
I knew Marta as rather girly girl and I was afraid that after barely 24
hours after my transformation many people would doubt who I used to be.
Of course, thirteen year old girls didn't spend much time for make-up and
use other feminine stuff, but I almost unconsciously survived necessity
of combing my hair, however it was first time in my life I had to do it.
In my calendar there were marked dates which I recognized as time of my
period what I accepted absolutely calm and I even checked if I had
suitable quantity of tampons. It was like my body and mind was programmed
to adjust to this situation and after some activities I realized that it
should worry me. Or maybe it shouldn't worried me at all?
Internet is generally a poor source, if you don't have a basic knowledge
yourself. I tried to figure out what stood in place of gym before it was
built, because I noticed it was apparently build several dozen years
later than school building. Unfortunately, I couldn't find accurate maps
of pre-war Warsaw, they weren't detailed enough. Also "The city of
ruins," presentation based on aerial photos from 1945 didn't help much,
but I knew something was there. I decided to go to Warsaw Uprising Museum
on Sunday to check this trope. The museum's library was available for
visitors only from Tuesday to Friday, but well, one day or two didn't
matter much anyway.
Unfortunately, I had to resign from these ambitious plans. My mother
collapsed during the tests and she had to stay in hospital for
observation. Dad came home and started to prepare clothes and stuff for
her.
"Why didn't you call me, dad?" I asked him. "I could make everything up
and brought this to hospital and you wouldn't waste time."
He looked rather surprised. It seemed that Julia didn't help father to
take care of mother.
"You wouldn't know what to pack and you wouldn't know where the hospital
is," dad answered and smiled. "But thanks for your offer, maybe you can
help in future."
"I know what to pack and I know where the hospital is," I said. Then I
explained how I would get there. "You are tired, dad, I can see it. Maybe
Peter doesn't care about this whole situation, but I am here to help you.
Don't forget about it, please," I added quietly.
My father smiled and hugged me. Surprisingly, he was the redolent of
cigarettes. Strange. He didn't smoke.
"Real scout girl," he said and kissed me in forehead. "Do you want to go
with me to hospital?"
I didn't like hospitals and I felt tired after yesterday events, but I
didn't want him to face all this situation alone. So I answered:
"Sure, dad."
But it didn't happen. When I was wearing a jacket, he saw dried blood
stains of it. Damn, I was so stupid. He asked about them.
"Well, I lost my balance and hit on ice yesterday," I lied.
"And it wasn't related to your earlier collapse in school, was it?" he
asked looking me in the eyes.
"No, it was related to fact that Greg is an idiot." After all, I fell
because of him and I was still angry on him, so it would sound
convincingly.
My dad sighed.
"I would like you to stay home and rest, sunshine," he said.
"But, dad..."
"Stay, read something, watch some movies," he interrupted. "Please."
"What about dog? Can I at least take Jarema for a walk?" I almost begged.
"I will call Peter to do it. You rest."
"You are grounding me, dad," I said. "I want to help you."
"I appreciate it, Julia. But you don't look well and I don't want to
worry about anyone else but mom. OK?"
Well, "primum non nocere," "first, do no harm". I was angry on myself.
"Sure, dad," I said sadly. He kissed me in cheek and left.
I tried to clean up my jacket, but it seemed I had to wash it. Still
annoyed, I laid on bed. In fact, I still felt weak. However my
transformation wasn't painful (I watched enough werewolf movies to
imagine how it could be), but I felt foggy and I had temporary headaches.
Undoubtedly, it was connected with new level of some hormones and I was
also a victim of dark spell, so maybe I had to get used to this
situation.
It was quite funny, but from every part of my transformed body my hands
were the part I was fascinated the most. I stared for these small, smooth
and delicate hands for a long minutes, straightening fingers and
clinching fists. Also my small feet really preoccupied me. I took a nap,
hoping that when I would awake I would adjust more to this body.
***
Then I had my first nightmare about Warsaw Uprising. I was Julia in this
dream. I heard gunshots and explosions everywhere, I felt helpless and
scared. I was convinced I had to find my family and try to escape from
the dying city. I was running among the exploding buildings, I was
panicking when I heard the horrible noise that German bombers made before
dumped their bombs. I saw many dead people on the street, civilians,
women, men, children...
Then I saw German soldiers when they gathered people to wall of the
building where there was an inscription - that place where I met Marta
yesterday. To my fear, I knew people who had to be shot. There was my
family - I saw Peter and my parents. There was Agatha, my girlfriend, and
people from my scout team. I wanted to close my eyes, to turn around, to
look somewhere else, but I couldn't. I heard a gunshots and I saw all
these people laid in puddles of their own blood.
I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up. I was wandering for hours
and saw more death, suffer and macabre. I realized that nobody could see,
I was just a witness of this suffer and it made everything worse. I
wanted to die, because I knew that when I would kill I would wake up.
Tired and scared, I sat down, leaning against the wall when my relatives
get killed. However I knew it was just a dream, the realism of scene made
me cry. Then someone came. I somehow couldn't rise my head, so I didn't
see his or her face. But I heard a voice, a creepy whisper.
"You see, what the uprising did. It can't be repeated again!"
Then I finally woke up, breathing heavily. I saw I had tears in my eyes.
I saw that my dog looked at me with concern, squealing. He didn't lie
with me in bed, as usually, he was going anxiously next to bed.
"Hey, boy, don't be scared," I told to him. "Come here."
Dog looked at me shyly, but he jumped on my bed. I hugged him strongly.
"Please, don't go," I whispered, stroking his head. "I want someone close
to me right now..."
***
My father was strict and he allowed me only to go to Church on Sunday. To
my surprise, I was a member of choir, but I said I was ill and didn't
sing. One of girls told me that I had to sing psalm next Sunday. I didn't
know what to say so just nodded. If Julia could sing, it wouldn't be so
hard.
When I came back, I was stopping for a while near the inscription and
place, where my relatives and friends were shot in my dream. I
concentrated for a moment, trying to focus on these forces that people
usually missed, but I didn't feel anything extraordinary. But it didn't
mean anything. I decided I would keep trying another days and times of
day.
My sensitivity made living in my parents' apartment harder. Everyone can
sense the atmosphere of house, especially when its habitants were touched
by some tragedy. For me, this common sense was basis to all stories about
the haunted houses - there are such houses that everybody expects that
there is a ghost there. But every place has their "ghost," or, maybe
better (however it's non-Christian word) - aura. And aura of my parents'
apartment was grim and dominated by sickness and madness of my mother,
followed by silent suffer of my father, my brother and mine. As a kid, I
often dreamed that the apartment had been somehow destroyed or
uninhabitable, so we had to move out and have a fresh start, without
these events and emotions that "sink" into these walls. The
transformation, the conversation with Marta, prayer on ice rank and the
nightmare caused that I was weighed down even more than usual to these
grim signals. It was paradox because staying home made me feel and look
worse and my father then demanded me to stay there.
***
The intercom beeped. It was Monday morning, 10 A.M. I picked it up.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Eve sang.
"Come on, lets go and play!," Natalie added.
They both giggled. The unceasing popularity of "Frozen". I sighed. After
the nightmare I had I didn't feel good, but remaining home whole day
wasn't a good option also. As I said before, the atmosphere of our home
always weighed me down.
"OK. Just a minute. Beware the frozen heart!," I sang too. I had a better
voice than I had before, I realized.
As always, I tried to bring a dog with me, but this lazy beast just
opened one eye and then returned to sleep in my undone bed. They said
that dogs made alike to its owners, but Jarema was obviously an
exception. I loved him anyway.
There was a whole gang waited for me. Natalie, Eve, Patricia and Alan.
One year before there would be also a Greg, but now he was their
superior, so he couldn't remain the part of group.
"Do you really want to build a snowman?" I asked them.
"Maybe, we haven't decided yet," Alan shrugged. "I thought about sleds,
but girls don't seem interested."
"There would be awfully crowded," Natalie said. "I don't know what to do,
but I am already bored..." She pointed at Alan. "Entertain me," she said
to him with cheeky smile on her face.
"We can go to the woods," Alan proposed.
Girls were thinking for a minute.
"Yeah, we can. Let's go."
When we were passing the inscription I noticed that Patricia looked
apart.
"Patric," I said to her. "Have you got a nightmares lately?"
"Everyone had," Alan answered instead. "I barely can withstand any of
these damn inscriptions in the whole city. But this is the worst. When
you organised a game about Uprising, I didn't want to come because of
it."
Alan was generally a brave boy, but I couldn't blame him.
"And are they the same?" I asked.
"Mostly. You better ask Marta, she made her investigation and she wrote
the descriptions of these dreams down," Alan answered. "She thought she
would figure out why her transformation was permanent and looked for
connections with place and time."
I didn't answer. It meant that she didn't figure it out this way.
"Let's change the subject," Eve proposed. "For example, Julia, how do you
find being a girl? We asked Patricia already and it looks like she would
gladly remain one! How about you?"
I looked at Patricia, who blushed hopelessly. Alan chuckled.
"I don't know," I answered slowly and calmly. "I can't think about it
without the fear how powerful force did it to me and how it altered the
reality..."
A deathly hush fell.
"Yeah, I should know that you are incapable to talk without this dark and
serious matters," Eve sighed. Then she smiled to me. "But don't worry,
before the week is out there would be so much fun that even you will
amuse! I am pretty sure that Greg will find a way to cheer you up!"
It was my turn to blush.
TBC
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