Broken | ✓

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

                            Jide

I was standing next to the pool, a little bit scared to step in as I had a little phobia for water. As I was standing still pondering on overcoming my fear or continue living with it, someone shove me into the pool but this time it wasn't a pool of water but a pool of blood. I began gasping, fighting to live while the person who shove me into the pool hovered over me but I couldn't see the face but his features were manly so I presumed he was of the male gender. Slowly I began loosing breath, my left leg stopped kicking followed by my right and then my hands altogether as I sank slowly deeper into the pool of blood....

"Jide" Someone called.

"Jide" Someone shook me.

"Jide!" I could recognize the voice now. It was Sandra's.

I jerked, gasping for air in an air filled room.

Beads of sweat had climbed their way to my forehead

"Are you alright?" she asked, handing me a glass of water.

"Yes, just a nightmare" I replied, settling in.

"You still have trouble sleeping?"

My mother's death welcomed a phase filled with nightmares that haunted me every night. I struggled with insomnia during the early days of her death but thankfully it was something sleeping pills and being an alcoholic fixed.

"Not really"

"You still take pills"

"Not really. I stopped a while back. What's today's date?"

She picked up her phone and glanced at it. "July 27th"

"Ooh that explains it. My mother's birthday is next week"
"August 3rd" I muttered.

Each time my mother's birthday or memorial approached, the nightmares also began their brutal visits.

"You should rest, I should be the one looking after you. You are the one who needs me now and I intend to be the shoulder you lean on"

"Are you sure?"

"Of cos I am. Come here" she laid on my chest while I patted her head so she could fall asleep.