Dystopia: Back To Reality

I woke up drenched in sweat, I have been in bed for more than 40 days, as I was told by my care taker. Headaches, feeling weak, I cant open my eyes, bright light increases the throbbing in my head and I cant move without my body feeling like it is being crushed into the floor, resisting the fall with pain, I must go on.

Being strangled seemed more tempting now that I am experiencing this bloody sickness that never goes away, I have been sick since birth, so all I have known is being sick and weak, the family says it is a curse, my relatives believe that I wasn’t suppose to be born, but I defied destiny and now I must pay the price, you can tell they’re more delusional than I am, except they’re not on any medication. I took rests as I walked towards the curtains, trying to make the room as dark as I can, preventing the light from entering the room. The room seems bigger as I took a break to catch my breath and rest my weary body, I cant fall here, I almost there, scared that if I fall I wont be able to get up on my own and have to call my care taker, or family to help me, and I’d have to watch them feeling sorry and sad for me, and so I proceeded to shut the curtains and fell on the chair near the curtain, smart am I not. Over the years I have critically studied my strengths and weaknesses and made all necessary precautions to make my room fall-proof, I have placed chairs, sofas, and beanbags all over the room in precise locations that will help me to get wherever I want with ease and without anybody’s help.

My room is like a mini house inside a house, if you know what I mean. I have front yard with a scooter (my ride, if I decided to go out of the room and unleash sadness upon my family), plants on the path leading to my door. I have a bedroom, literally a room with a just a huge bed in it, in addition to a secondary room for my pet ( my beloved cat “Ty”) and a living room with a kitchen in it. The best part of it all is my balcony backyard, of course I can go out there only at night, since you know the light irritates me. When I am out there, am floating, above all, everything doesn’t matter, not the sickness, family, nothing matters, except for the stars and peaceful sound of the night.

I must rest now, this is my last journal entry…….