The Second Day.

I remember waking up on the couch, the sun piercing my eyes. I remember the first thing, absolutely first thing I muttered to myself, drowsy and half asleep was, 'Am I okay now?'. I looked around the room feeling out of place, right when I felt this way my stomach just began to twist and curl in fear. I remember thinking, 'This can't happen to me, why is this still here? What the hell is this?! What do i do!' My mother worked that day so there I was all alone in the house distorted and twisted in some fucked up reality.

I quickly went to the closest mirror and stared directly into it for at least 10 minutes. I remember looking so deep into my own reflection I drifted off into my own nirvana of peace momentarily, until it quickly burned away...I looked deep into my eyes, I could tell how afraid I was, 'Am I going to die?' I thought to myself. It was exactly like yesterday but worse...My eyes captured something so ludicrous and so wretched I remember quickly running back to the couch and burying my hope and eyes into the pillow and going back to sleep.

I awoke again, 'Was this all just a bad dream?' I ponder about the situation before noticing my Mother was home in the chair next to the couch watching Television. I looked around quickly to figure out if whatever this was remained, or left...Everything was still twisted as it was before, I remember looking towards my Mother and explaining the best I could how I have felt. She was unsure what to do about this chaos, so the motherly thing to do was to just reassure me I would be fine...Sadly that was a huge disappointment and a lie.

The one thing that I could not stop thinking about was having School the next day...Was this going to still be around tomorrow? If so, what the hell was I suppose to do, I was in no shape mentally to be learning about anything. Again the motherly reassurance was given to me as I attempted to sleep.

I remember before going to bed on the couch, (My new bed for the next year) I was praying. I do not know who I was praying to, I didn't really believe in a God, I was open about the whole Religious ordeal though. I guess I was just praying to someone, something out there to help me. Tears slowly streaming down my cheeks as I kept begging this greater good to rid this twisted form of my reality...I then finally decided to attempt to get sleep...