Chapter 10: 10. Unnatural Occurrences
Saroma unlocked the door to his apartment. He turned on the light and sighed. He wished he had a roommate to talk to but also appreciated the privacy and no one else eating the food he bought for himself.
He turned on the light in the kitchen and opened the fridge. He felt a headache and the light made it flare.
He forgot about dinner; to take care of himself. He took medicine and laid on the couch, hoping it would go away. Before he knew it, when he looked at the clock, it was already 11:30. He only laid down for 6 minutes. How could have 6 hours passed!?
He sat up, angry with how much time he wasted. He didn't want to think about how that actually happened. He asked questions like "Did I just take a nap?" However, he knew he didn't, so he forced himself to stop worrying about it.
He had laundry to do, dust, crumbs and dirt to sweep, trash to take out, food to cook, a few plants to water, messages to send...
He slumped over and hit the coffee table. Saroma quickly jumped up, tossing the small table. He grabbed the lamp and threw it against the wall. The sound pleased him and eased his headache, but he soon realized that he'd have to pay for it. He didn't mean to destroy it— it just happened!
He picked up the big pieces but then stopped and looked at them. The light blue ceramic was forever ruined and he regretted his actions. But as he was holding the large broken pieces, he pressed the fleshy part of his fingers into the edges. He hoped and prayed that these urges would desist.
However, the pressure of the broken edges was as satisfying as getting a bit of food from in between one's teeth. Saroma nearly lost himself in the escape. He broke the large shard and cut his hand. He bled and he put pressure on the wound. Saroma went to the sink but more and more blood poured out of his hand. How could one small cut become bigger and bigger? The blood started filling the sink and Saroma shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. He heard that eerily familiar metal on metal sound. The room slowly grew to a shade of red, assuming that it was because he was looking at the blood for too long.
He opened his eyes again. No pain, no cut. He flexed his hand under the running water, turning it over and over in search of a cut. He found no mark on him.
Saroma turned the water off, so morbidly afraid. He had just imagined a horrible cut on his hand! Was he going insane? Did he need to see a psychiatrist? Or was it psychologist? Saroma literally couldn't think of the right word. The thought of being judged for telling anyone what just happened was too much for him.
Saroma climbed into bed, trying his best to calm his nerves.
When his eyes shut, he could still see himself trying to quell the bleeding back in the bathroom. He could hear his stressed breath and feel the beads of sweat roll down the side of his face.
He opened his eyes to relieve himself of the nightmare, but was he actually asleep? Was that even a dream?
He opened the medicine cabinet and poured sleeping pills onto the palm of his hand. He put the stove on to make some herbal tea and he played calming relaxing music off of the internet. He swallowed the pills, still feeling the sensation of the pills crawling down to his stomach. It made him feel sick, but he endured it. He just shut his eyes and relaxed.
The relaxation seemed to work until the kettle screamed but settled down again once he had his tea in his hand. The warmth from the cup was in between burning and comforting.
He placed the cup on the coffee table beside him, and then shut his eyes. For the first time, that rushing feeling wasn't there and he felt like resting was possible. There was a glimmer of hope in his heart and it made space for peace.
He stirred for a moment, and opened his eyes to a white monster with one eye. It had its long arms and fingers wrapped around him, forcing him to sleep. It smiled a crooked one as Saroma had no choice but to return to sleeping. It was absolutely terrifying for him.
In his dream, he was at the office. Baser brought him paperwork, and Saroma looked at the printed numbers. The data was printed on blue ink and the numbers ran off the page.
Saroma took the papers away from Baser and looked at them closely. He realized some had letters in it. Baser didn't leave, though. Saroma asked, "Are you sure this is right?"
Baser said, "That's not what you do with these." The man slammed stacks and stacks of papers on top of Saroma's hands. The computer monitor before him displayed a smiley face that covered the screen. In place of the keyboard were razor blades that resembled the shredder.
Saroma tried to yank his hands out of the blades, but it was impossible. Specks of blood splattered on the monitor as Saroma was deafened by the sound of the shredder.
The machine infused desk began to smoke and it stopped, blinding Saroma with a bright red light.
Baser declared, "I'll go get Moritie." Lifeless, he turned away. As if he had this dream before, Saroma knew that if Moritie found him, she would do unspeakable things. It didn't make sense, but Saroma freed himself by using his free hands. The order of events were somehow backwards, but it got him out of that situation.
Bleeding, he ran for the door, but felt evil spew out of the vents overhead. Moritie knee he was trying to escape.
He tried for the doors, but his left hand was mangled and the other was not even there. He figured that by now, he would have bled out, but it was a dream. Or a nightmare.
Saroma's head throbbed harder and harder and the suffocating feeling grew stronger and stronger. He heard Moritie's heels outside the door and her shadow was cast through the door.
Absolutely paralyzed, Saroma saw the bright window and bolted without a second thought. As his body plummeted, he covered his face, hoping that he would wake up. The buildings around him were as tall as the Empire State Building, and he kept falling and falling...
The next thing he knew, he was looking at his dying body on the asphalt. Despite the intense feeling of falling, it wasn't enough to kill him. He wheezed as he looked up at Moritie, failing to escape.
Saroma stood up straight from the chair. He was so afraid that he would have ran out of his own home if he didn't realize that it wasn't even real. He looked at his hands and cried, relieved that it was all just a nightmare. He felt traumatized but could that even happen from only a bad dream?
Saroma rubbed the tears into his face as he decided that sleeping wasn't worth it.
Without even looking at the clock, he stood to make some coffee. When he smelled the pungent beans, he was instantly reminded of Moritie. Was this why she was addicted to caffeine?
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