Either Or
The year is 2010. I live down the lane, go to college, have a car, a girlfriend, and well, a normal family. Dad works in the military while Mom in the private sector. My younger sister is graduating from high school this year. Life went well until I died. Yes my death.July 23, 2010.
It happened in a flash. I was dead. Car accident. Highway. I could hear the cries of my family, the doctor's low regretful voice, the funeral, everything. I could feel the heat burning away the layers of my skin, I wanted to yell, but I'm dead.
This must be the end. Goodbye world. I hate this.
I woke up the next morning to voice of the person who pronounced me dead.
"Good morning. It has been a few days. How are you? Looks like you've recovered pretty well. You'll all set to be discharged today."
Am I dreaming? No it feels real. The I.V. hurts when I moved my hands.
"Well, being dead must be just a horrible long dream I guess," slapping myself.
As I walked out of the hospital, something feels weird. There wasn't that many trees on the opposite side of the road, the road names were different. The world wasn't the one I was in. The streets were different. Some buildings were built during my recovery in the hospital.
Wait. I was only in the hospital for 5 days. How did this happen?
I could no longer find my way back. I hailed a taxi and told the driver my destination. Even the meter in the taxi is different.
No one was home when I got back. There was a note on the refrigerator from my mom saying that she isn't in town.
"Sister! I'm back!"
The house was as quiet as a concert hall before the orchestra stars playing anything. I went upstairs, everything was different. I don't remember having that print on the wallpaper, I don't remember having a white desk. More importantly, my sister's room is a music studio. I rushed to the phone to make a long distance call to my Mom when the phone rang.
"Hello dear boy.."
Just the person.
"Mom! Where's sister? And why do we have a music studio?"
"What are you saying? When did you have a sister? Do you like the new piano? We bought it as a present for your miraculous recovery. Do try it. I'll be home in 3 days. See you soon!"
"All right..."
Something IS wrong with the world. I don't have a sister anymore. I play the piano now. How is that possible?
I walked towards the piano and tried playing a note or two. Before I knew it, my fingers moved along the keyboard like a jazz pianist without me consciously controlling them.
Freaky.
I dialed my girlfriend's number with no avail. I checked the phone book, myspace, facebook, but she doesn't exist. Her family too. There isn't such a family.
It must be a nightmare. It must be. I went back to sleep. But everything was the same when I woke up. The same new world. My sister, my girlfriend does not exist. My car number plate is different. The current President of the country was someone else.
August 1, 2010
The day I committed suicide.
This must be a nightmare. I thought. I couldn't live in this world. Everything is impossible. I have to wake up. Then, I killed myself.
The same crying happened. But this time, I was buried in a cemetery. God knows how long I was in that coffin. Warm and moist. What wood is this. It seems rotting. Decomposers were at my skin, eating away as though I'm a large piece of fish. First the skin, then that tender meat. Slowly my perception of time was gone. How long was it. 10 years? 20 years? I'm gonna wake up. Back into my world. The world with my sister. The world in which the girl I'm going to marry exists.
I woke up the next day. In the same hospital. That beautiful face was looking at me.
"Hello sweetie. How are you feeling?"
"Brilliant. I just had one of the worst nightmares."
"Really? Tell me about that soon. Your family's here to visit."
My mom entered the room. With my sister and another young boy.
"Hello bro!"
They both said.
I turned to my mom and said, "Tell me who's the President, and what is my car plate number."
"Why do you ask such weird questions? Well.........."
posted by eimerz @ 11:10 PM
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