I was so dazed and disoriented that I tripped in the bathroom, bruised both my legs and left elbow, and split the nail on my right big toe. But I couldn’t feel any of it. All I could feel was the jack-hammer drilling into my head from the conversation outside the house. I was trying to get away from it by rushing through the bathroom to the connected bedroom deeper in the house.
I writhed in pain and tears with one thought in mind. I want to die. Please let me die. But no such release came.
I’ve never woken up the next morning feeling so weak before. As though from a really high fever which leaves one drained and limp.
I tried sitting in the hall, but the light was too bright and returned to hide again in my room – dark curtains drawn.
Sleeping the better half of the day didn’t help. It just made me more dazed, but staying awake hurt my eyes. Sitting straight took so much effort. My mind couldn’t focus on anything or it would hurt. Any thought hurt.
