Eleven Bullets

Nightmare

Bubbles coming out of my nose and mouth, I'm floating and cold, my chest burning. I looked around to see nothing but blue and the bubbles. Waters in my ears and lungs, salty and cold. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

"Hah.. hah.. ha.." I jolted from my bed, sweat all over my skin. I breathe for life and reaching for water on the night stand, only to knock it off and tear the night with a shattering sound of glass breaking.

The door of my bedroom slammed opened revealing a panicked brother of mine.

"Hey what happened?"

He rushed to me, held my shoulder, observing me. I was still struggling to breathe.

"Nightmare?" I nodded.

He then wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, swaying me a bit for comfort.

"The same one?" I nodded again. I started to gain my rhythm by listening to his heartbeat.

"I.. sorry, I woke you up," I burried my face in the crook of his neck while unconsciously my eyes got teary.

"You better be," he said jokingly, I could hear the smirk in his tone.

"I'm ok now, you can go back to sleep.. ah.. be careful I broke my glass.." I panicked and jumped off my bed, intended to clean it up but landed on a huge shred on my first landing on the ground.

"Ouch!!"

"Hey!! Just stay on the bed! I'll bring first aid kit. Stay here!" He rushed out and brought back the box in dash.

"Wah it's pretty big wound," he put my fpot on his lap while wiping it with antiseptic.

"Do you feel if there's shred inside?" He looked up at my face, it was horrible with tears and sweat.

"Hey don't cry big baby, it'll heal quick with big bro treatment," he threw me a smile.

"You're not my brother," I choked on my tears as I saw his face froze, his smile disappeared in a flash.

"Kyu.." he hugged me again while rubbing my back soothingly.

Yes, he is not my big brother. I don't even remember if I had one. All I remember was me on a rocky hill all wet choking for air. I was drowning they said, my head seems to hit carcoals and I had a concussion. This man found me while diving near me in a family vacation. It was a miracle that I'm alive. I lost all my memory and this family decided to adopt me. They said they were always want a daughter in the family but they no longer can have kids. They said I was a gift from God. They're such a good person. It's been two years since I live with them. I'm lucky they found me.

"Ah... I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I...."

"Shhh ... stop talking, blockhead," he was silent for sometime and then shifted back to face me.

"I have something to tell you."

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