A Heart in a Book (Discontinued)

Chapter 4

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      I awoke the next day feeling horrible. Mother had to take care my chores while I laid in bed and continued reading. I didn't want to, and yet at the same time, I wanted to divulge into my hard covered book and let the story drift me down the stream. Which I almost did, until I heard a cry from my mother. I placed my bookmark in and ran out, seeing the state she was in.
"Mama what happened here?" I asked her approaching cautiously.
"I-I fell.. that's all dear.." she said weakly.
"You need to rest mama, I'll be takin over from 'ere." I demanded. She only nodded her head and I assisted her back to the house, then went back out to work on the rest of the chores.
The scorching hot day began to take a toll on my body. The rays hitting against my face were mere distractions the war between my body and the sun brought. It became worse by midday. The fight got worse as I began to lose, I stumbled about and had hard times getting myself back together. My skin screamed in pain as a moved, each step worse than the last as if I was being stabbed constantly everywhere. My color reddened as deep as a puddle of blood, and yet I still kept working.
I didn't stop until everything was finished, and by then it was late night. Sweat rained down my body. My shirt was drenched as well as my pants and socks along with my hair being lathered in grease.
I only took two steps into my house until I found myself falling to the cold floor. My mother had thankfully caught me and rushed my limb body back to my room, where she carefully changed me and laid me down onto the bed. My temperature was high and with every breaking second I could feel my stomach lunging forward. I hadn't eat much, and it hurt to much to do so now, so I drank tiny sips of water at a time.
"No work tomorrow." She told me sternly. She didn't want me to become worse than I already have, but at this point, was it even worth it.
I lightly nodded as to not hurt my skin. "Yes mama." I croaked out. My dry throat scratched as I spoke. It was yelling, "No! Stop! What are you doing?!" but I knew all too well that I had to answer her properly for her to be satisfied.
I barely slept that night. The moon was too bright I would tell Mama that next morning in order to not worry her. But in reality, my skin hurt so much from the ongoing sunburn that it was keeping me from completely falling asleep. I would find a comfortable position, and start to drift away then all of a sudden I inch my arm slightly and the pain is back.
I didn't know what else to do but stare at the ceiling. And eventually pass out near the morning.
"Goodnight.. Dad.." I whispered silently into the night, letting my mind drift away and my body relax.