A bad dream

I woke up sweating. It was a very bad dream. I'm still shaking though i'm already wide-awake. I can't put myself to sleep anymore. Though the dream i had seemed so real, i can't remember even just one detail of what my dream was about. It was odd. I always remember something about the dreams i have. This one became very peculiar to me.

I came to my senses and stopped shaking after a few moments. I sat up and just brushed off the thought of the dream from my mind. I was still sweating though. And it felt like my head is being drilled in a thousand places. I put my hand in my head, but it felt numb, as if i'm touching nothing. In fact, it feels like my whole body's numb. I know i'm sitting up, but i can't feel the bed beneath me.

It was still dark. I don't know whether the power's out, or it's just too dark. Or maybe it’s just my headache making me see things differently.

I slowly got up from bed. I can't bear the headache anymore. It felt like my head's going to explode. So fighting the pain in my head, i started to walk towards my bedroom door. I searched for my slippers with my foot. I can't bring my head down because of the headache. When i finally found my slippers, i opened the door. I went out, and noticed a faint light coming from the kitchen downstairs. I guessed it was my mom preparing our breakfast.

I climbed down our stairs. Step by step, trying to bear the pain every footstep brings to my head. When i reached the first floor, i slowly made my way to our bathroom. My mom, as i guessed, was there, busy mixing ingredients in her kitchen, her laboratory. She was too busy to notice me pass by behind her. As i went inside the bathroom, i heard my mom call out to my sister telling her to wake me up already because its getting late. It's always like that every morning, though still dark, my mom's always telling us it's already late.

I went out of the bathroom, straight to where we kept our medicines. My head ached terribly. I had to take my medicine for the pain to subside. I've had this headache for nearly a week now. My doctor told me that this is just because of the stress i'm having lately. Stress from work and many other things. He gave me a prescription and told me to take the medicine every time my head ache. He told me it would take the pain away. The headaches will die down after a few days, he told me further.

My mother called out again to my sister. She still didn't notice that i'm already there with her. I took my medicine and went outside to our porch. The sun is now slowly rising, eating her way up the darkness. I expected the cool morning air to help ease the pain i have in my head.

I sat on the steps leading to our small garden. That's where i usually sit to kill time. I'm in no mood to go out of the house for work because of the headache. I just wanted to sit there and stare at the sun as it slowly climbs its way to the blue skies. Our porch had a perfect view of the distant mountain, where the sun peeks out every morning. The beauty of the mountain, the green valley beneath it, and the brightening blue skies always has a way to make me relax. Staring at them somehow makes me feel better.

My head started to feel better. I didn't know if it's the morning air and the scenery, or the medicine slowly taking effect that made the pain in my head subside. But whatever it is, i was glad that the headache is slowly wearing out. My mind started to get clearer. I started to feel better. The doctor was right, the pain will just go away. The headache though more painful, do not last long now as before. Just like how the doctor told it would go for the next days, its more painful during its last days as an effect of the medicine he gave me. He told me to expect a week before the pain completely goes away.

I heard a scream from inside the house. It was my sister. I don't know what it is right now she's screaming about. I got up to see if anything's wrong, again, with my sister. I saw my mom from the window, hurrying up the stairs. I took a last look at the rising sun before going in the house. When i went in i heard my mom crying, shouting. I felt nervous and anxious as to what had happened to my sister. As i hurried upstairs, i realized that my mom and my sister are both crying, and they're in my bedroom. In my bedroom! I wondered what they are doing in my bedroom. I started to run towards my room in anxiety.

What i saw there made my knees weak. I almost fell down to the floor as i saw what was in front of me. My sister was on her knees, beside my bed crying. My mother sat beside her also weeping, with a phone in hand, frantically dialing. My heart beat uncontrollably as i moved closer to my bed. I was left in shock when i saw who was in my bed.

It was I, lying there, with blood all over my face and my pillow. I bled through my nose. I was not breathing.

I was there, lifeless.

I was lying there, dead.