All Over Again

Chapter 13- Poo Dreams

Chapter 13- Poo Dreams

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. My head is hurting. Why is my head hurting?

Again Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!!!

Okay. I need to get up from the bed and look at my head. You know, for just checking if it's bleeding and stuff or not. If it's bleeding then I'll faint. Not because my head hurts. No. I'll faint because I can't stand blood. I can't even sit blood. But Gaby can. She can do both. No wonder she'll be a doctor soon.

Speaking of Gaby, let me call her and ask her about this. "Gaby!!" I shouted but no one answered. I tried again but still no response.

What is wrong with her? Can't she hear? It's not like a hooded scary guy broke into our apartment and then went into her room just to cut off her ears while she was asleep. Right?

Oh shit! A hooded scary guy did break into our apartment and then went into her room just to cut off her ears while she was asleep!!!

OMG!!! Wait. Maybe I'm just dreaming. Why would I dream. I don't like dreaming. Well I love dreaming. But only when I have good dreams. And that is like never. Because all my dreams consist of me going into the bathroom to poo. Hehe...poo...lol. Winne the pooh. But really. I never dream good dreams.

Hakunama tata. What a wonderful thing. Hakunama tata ain't no something something. It means no worries for the rest of your days. It is our problem free...philosophy. Ha. Blah blah blah blah blah.

What .....is wrong with me? Was I just singing Hakunama tata out of nowhere? Ugh, I'm so irritating. Are you kidding me? I'm awesome. But that's after being irritating so that's cool.

"Gaby!" I call again. Oh wait. Her ears are cut off. Shit, I'll have to get out of my comfy bed. But i don't wanna get out of bed.

I still open my eyes. As soon as I do that I have to close them because I'm awesome like that. Just kidding. The one of a hundred reasons I had to close my eyes was that the sun rays were poking them. Bad sun. But then I open them again. And I saw myself.

Wait, what?

Is there a mirror on the ceiling? Do I have a mirror on ceiling? I'm pretty sure I don't.

Then who's house am I at? Do I know someone who has a mirror on their ceiling? I...don't....think sooooooohh shit!

Umm...why did I say shit? Oh wait. My head is not bleeding. Well that's good. Yay. Ok.

I am going to puke.

Wait. Where am I? (Play scary music at the back for more drama).

My head was paining right? Oh yeah. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

I'm tired of saying ouch. Well I'm no exactly saying ouch, I'm just thinking it. Lol. Did I just say...think lol? That's funny.

Okay. I'm going to get up and see if there is someone in this house or not. If there is then I'm pretty sure I'll die. If not then...yay me!!

Slowly I get up from the bed only to see a painkiller tablet and a glass of water lying on the bedside table.

I'm still going to puke.

I drink it without any more thoughts. Because if there were then you would know. Thoughts, I mean.

I look around after gulping down the tablet and I see nothing familiar. Like nothing. There are all paintings hung on the wall so no faces are in my sight.