Mystical

Prologue

It first started with some stomach pain. Later it started getting worse. At one point I couldn't handle the pain and passed out. I woke up a few days later. I couldn't remember anything. When my mom came into my room and realized I woke up she asked how I felt. I told her I wasn’t sure, I couldn't feel anything. I was numb.

The next day my mom took me to the doctors.  After all the tests I was allowed to go home and get some rest and wait for the results. It would take a few days.

When the results came in the doctor called and told my mother that nothing was wrong with me, just the possibility of too much stress. So the doctor recommended a few more days of rest and to take it easy and I would be better soon. I honestly didn’t think it was stress. Deep down I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what it was.

After a few days the pain didn’t stop. I hadn’t past out though, so that was probably the only good that came out of it. Days would go on I had to hide my pain from friends and my family. I didn’t need them to worry, especially if I don’t know the real cause of my pain. I didn't want them to treat me as if I had a disease, although it could be a possible reason for the pain.

Pain. Every day, that’s all I felt. That’s how I cry myself to sleep. That’s how I thought I would spend the rest of my life, till death would come for me and end my suffering. But death still seemed far so I’d have to live with it.

Wasn’t until my birthday. I was a bit excited. But, I had this feeling something was going to happen. I’ve had been getting weird dreams and the closer my birthday got the weirder they would get. Those dreams didn't settle well with me. In the end I was right about it all. The pain. The unsettling feeling… My life would never be the same again.