Chapter 77: The Time That Made Him What He Is : The Isolation
>>Hael (Childhood)
My eyes fluttered open the same as the tears rolled down my face.
I was still on the floor, right where I had lost consciousness, "Mom?" And I still called out to her, because she was all I had, I had known only one other person and he was already long gone, "Mom?" But like usual I received no reply.
I couldn’t move my body, it was hot and heavy. It felt like I weighed a thousand tons and at the same time it felt like I had no strength.
"I’m sick," I said, "I think..." My voice seemed to echo or maybe that was just me because I felt delirious. I waited for her reply but received none, which was expected. I had never been sick before, or I had been and I don’t remember because I was far too young.
I’m sure I’m running a fever though, I read about it. But where is mom?
Is she still writing her letter? Can’t she hear me? But, that’s impossible. My voice should have traveled to her... She’s just choosing not to listen to anything. She’s that lost in her own mind.
I turned my head to look at my bed. The floor was hard, at the very least I wanted to have something soft under me, but the thing was, I couldn’t stand up. I tried but my legs had no energy. So in a very desperate attempt, I rolled my body over with a lot of effort, then crawled towards the bed. Luckily, it wasn’t far, but it was very difficult to climb it.
I held the sheets, and the mattress with all my might that I could muster up in that condition and tried to put some weight on my feet to get to the bed.
Something so small made me sweat a bucket, but I was able to get to bed. It felt a little nicer, the mattress was soft and cool but my mind was on fire and I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything.
Time became a fractured blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness, lost in a fevered dreamscape of fragmented memories and disjointed thoughts. Each fleeting moment felt like an eternity, but then it was passing by without me even realizing it.