Broken Silence

- First Day In A Skirt Pt. 2 -

[4:07am]

Zephyr wakes up scared, all sweaty and weak after having a nightmare. He was in a park, everything seemed normal until the sky turned black and people started staring at him. Everyone's eyes became just holes poorly carved in people's faces, pouring blood. As he walked down the street, people came closer and closer to him but this time those "eyes" seemed to be absorbing his soul slowly just like black holes from a certain distance. Yvette came running down the street yelling his name desperately. "My son! That's my son! Don't touch him!". The whole world turned black and white except Yvette. Her green eyes were were brighter than ever so was her golden colored hair. "Mom! Help me! I'm dying!" Zephyr gasped but nobody seemed to hear it. Yvette's tears became solid, crystal tears, ripping off the skin of her face and eyelids as they came out of her lacrimals. The people around him started multiplying and shifting into bugs and started crawling up his body while he was completely paralyzed, looking at Yvette who was also paralyzed like if someone stopped time. "Mom! No! Don't leave me!" Zephyr keeps trying to scream but his voice became mute as Yvette's color washed away. Everything turned pitch black. Death inside a dream, coming back to life in reality.

The room was dark. Only the monitor with the vitals was lighting up a small area of the bed. Zephyr sat down and extended his hand to where the side table should be and picked the phone. The first thing he did was check the time "4:06am", since he once read that in dreams and nightmares, clocks are never a thing, that way he would make sure he is awake. After waiting for the time to change to 4:07am he got up and went to the bathroom for taking a shower and changing clothes. After taking off the hospital gown he stared at his naked body in the mirror, all covered in bruises from the "fight". His ribs were extremely prominent due to those years starving himself thinking he was fat. He could even hold up to 15 coins in his collarbones. He was the clear definition of someone you would call a spaghetti. Around a minute passed as he kept staring at the mirror when the door to the room was heard opening and a couple doctors rushing in. Turns out he had taken out the sensor for his heartbeat and they thought he was dead. The bathroom door was wide open since he was the only one in the room by the time and the doctors stared at him as they crossing glances. Zephyr didn't even bother in covering his private parts to them, instead he just stared back in confusion and surprise. "I was about to get in the shower". He said as the doctors looked at him perplexed as he was really weak before falling asleep. "You're a miracle itself, how are you feeling?", "I'm perfectly well sir, thanks for asking, and now would you mind...giving me privacy...?" Zephyr replied while blushing a little. "That's okay...use the button we gave you if you need anything okay?". The doctors left after Zephyr nodded his head and got into the shower. He sat down, away from the water. Wondering how would it feel to be normal, how would it feel to be loved, how would it feel to hug someone. By the time he had forgotten about the nightmare but started overthinking about his body, about what did the doctors think when they saw him naked. He started singing one of his favorite songs and got on his feet and under the water. As he closed his eyes for cleaning his face, that message from that girl, Abigail. He had forgotten about the party. Building up strength, he washed up fast and got out of the shower. Covering his skinny body with a towel he couldn't stop thinking about that girl. What if she texted him because she had a crush on him? No, no, that's impossible he was just pathetic and obviously ridiculous, no one would want to have anything with him. Not even Yvette loved him.

Zephyr has an obsession with mirrors, he kept staring at his body for like twenty minutes straight after getting out of the shower. After that he went back to bed and plugged in the heart rate sensor again. Then he checked his phone, zero notifications, as usual. "4:47am". He turned around and cuddled on the pillow and fell back asleep.