My body, my head, my exhausted soul, can testify that I've worked at full tilt for so very long.
My eyelids are heavier than ever and my mouth is completely dry.
I limp back to my bedroom and collapse on my bed. Sleep isn't relaxing to me anymore; there is no quiet sense of rest when my thoughts are technically yelling at me every circumstance possible.
My mind darted from every possible scenario to the most unpleasant scenarios.
I drifted off to sleep soon after, though this time I slept because of my current state, and not because I was relaxed—I was far from relaxed.
All I was ever thinking of was my sister's unavoidable fate, and so did my mind when I was in a state of pure vulnerability and temporary death.
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And as if it was a premonition,
"Dean! Dean!"
Someone shook me, I jolted awake, almost hitting their head.
It was my mother, tears ran down her terrified face
"Mom? What is it?" I asked, barely even conscious yet.
"She's gone..." She said, holding back the rest of her tears.
"Who is gone?" I questioned her until realization slapped me in the face.
"She's gone?!"
I ran downstairs and didn't hesitate, I tripped once or twice, nevertheless, I avoided the fall. I ran up to her, screw the flu, my sister is presumed dead. I held her lifeless hand in mine and squeezed it, yet there was no response. I checked for a heartbeat, I didn't feel nor hear anything.
I was absolutely doomed.
I held her hand to my chest, I was numb, everything was foggy, I couldn't do anything about her situation.
I couldn't handle this anymore.
I don't know what drove me to ever do this, nor do I know how this would satisfy me at all. But I will do it, and nothing can stop me anymore.
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Remedy 07
Historical Fiction(Quick read) Renowned scientist, Dean Miller, had recently discovered the potential cure to the Spanish flu of 1918, and is ready to reveal it to the world and his flu-ridden sister. However, Erick Foster, his associate, has plans that clash with De...
