It's The Little Things In Life💜

Chapter 2

I woke up an hour later, covered in my own sweat and piss. It took me an extra 5 minutes to get out of the moment. It was a nightmare. But this one was very weird. And also, I had recovered from these nightmares. Only the first month after the accident I had nightmares. The mutilated people haunted me for only a month after the accident. Doctors were very shocked to hear this as patients suffering from PTSD do not recover for ages. And by ages I means, minimum 9-10 months.

But, I recovered.

I was strong enough to let go of the past. That was destined to happen. No one could have prevented it. It was nobody's fault.

Well, that's what I used to say to myself. To suppress my conscience.

But this time, the dream was nothing like those that I used to have. It was as if I was watching the orange truck hit my car. It was as if I was watching the car flip from a distance. It was as if I could hear myself screaming.

Oh God, why me? I am already having this inhumanly painful headaches. And now this.

I turned to my nightstand and the clock devilishly glowed with three numbers. 1:43 AM. I groaned so loudly that even the pigeons sitting on my window sill flew away.

I got up and decided to take a hot bath. It was the only thing that could cool me down. Ironic, isn't it?

I ran a bath, added peppermint flavor bath salts and bubbles, stripped my clothes off and stepped into the bath. Oh, it was so relaxing, slowing replacing those nasty dreams with blissful thoughts. Each and every muscle and joint in my body were having an awesome time. They were on a vacation. My body shut down and I could feel my body slowly loosening up and then, euphoria hit me hard on my face.

I dozed off there and got up at 3 AM. I felt pricks on my body and when I tried lifting my leg, I couldn't. It had become numb. That's when it struck me that the water had got icy cold. Using my other leg, I slowly stepped out of the bathtub, shivering, turned on the shower with hot water, stood there for minute until my body felt normal again. I stepped out of the shower and put on my bath robe. I plopped onto my comfy bed and dozed off. Again.

I seemed as if it has just been a minute since I closed my eyes, and the alarm started buzzing. Damn you, alarm for ruining my sleep. The alarm clock was really jealous of my relationship with my bed. But I had to wake up. I had a job. So, I got up, didn't even care to shower 'cause I already had showered few hours ago, dressed up. I just donned a simple blue top with Captain America's shield on it and black skinny jeans. I didn't even bother to brush my hair, so I just made a messy bun and pulled out a few strands here and there. I am not a big fan of my hair color. Dirty blonde. And also so long. I definitely need a hair cut and I am thinking of getting my hair colored too. I put on some mascara. And a bit of lip gloss. According to me, my eyes are my best feature.
Big, green with brown rings. It suits my pale complexion too. Enough narcissism, I will be late for work.