Capítulo 2: Chapter 1 - Nightmare
*Shoo* * Shoo*
In the small dark bedroom, only the sound from the ceiling fan could be heard, which echoed throughout the room.
On a huge bed that occupied almost the entire room lay a young guy of 25 years old, wrapped in a cotton blanket. His breathing was even, until at some point it began to become more frequent.
Sweat covered his fair face and at some point his breathing stopped as if someone grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to suffocate, after which his eyes abruptly opened.
*Pip* *Pip* *Pip*
- "Mark, it's time to get up. I made you breakfast, go sit down to eat!" - after the alarm clock, an elderly voice was heard outside the door.
Wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, Mark turned off the alarm and slowly got out of bed heading towards the window. Opening the curtains, the dazzling rays of the sun hit his eyes, forcing him to squint a little.
" "To dream such a thing.." Muttering something under his breath, he went to his closet to get dressed.
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Sitting at the table and watching the morning news on TV, Mark quickly devoured his breakfast.
An elderly woman sitting opposite her son could not help but shake her head, which caused a strand of gray hair to fall on her pale cheeks.
- "What happened that you're so fussy today?" the woman asked, sipping her tea.
- "Mmm? No, it's all right. I just had a nightmare," Mark replied, shoving another sandwich into his mouth.
- "* Sigh * If it wasn't for your work ... "- the woman began to speak, as her son interrupted her.
- "Stop! Let's not talk about this topic. The question is closed. I'm tired of listening to your constant complaints about this topic." - The young man said in his ferocious tone, but after a moment his tone became softer: - "I'm sorry, Mom, you know yourself that this is what I was striving for. I don't think I can quit my job. "
Looking at each other, both were silent for a while. Mark understood that his mother was very worried about him, since his work was very dangerous. There were only two of them in their family. His father passed away early, which is why his Mother took over all the responsibilities of the family.
Looking at the mother who tried to spend time for her son day and night, he decided that he would do everything possible to make his mother happy. But as it turned out, where he works only made her more worried.
After he graduated from the police academy, thanks to his successful tests in which he proved himself, he was immediately taken to the Rosgvardiya. Because of his age, more experienced guys often teased him for this. But thanks to his dedication, he quickly began to rise in position. Currently, his rank has already reached Senior Lieutenant.
- "Okay, son, I won't talk about this topic anymore. If you have chosen this path, then this is your destiny." the woman said, gently stroking her son's rough palm.
* Ding* * Ding*
When Mark heard the mobile phone ring, he immediately checked the caller's name. When he saw who was calling, he quickly got up from the table and headed to his room.
Listening to the person on the other side of the phone, his gaze became more intense by the second, after he hung up, he quickly changed into loose clothes and left the room.
- "Son, are you leaving?" - the woman asked, looking at her son, who was putting on his shoes.
- "Yes, Mom, maybe I can stay late. So don't wait for me and go to bed early". - having answered, Mark quickly kissed the woman on the forehead and quickly ran to the elevator.
Looking at how her son leaves in a hurry, the woman could not breathe heavily.
- Let it be all right.
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Jasmer
Jasmer I'm sorry for the small chapter, but don't worry there will be a lot more words in the next chapters.
I would also like to know whether it is better to write from 3 persons or 1 person?
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