1 Nightmare!

Every single day is a repeat; today is a repeat of yesterday, tomorrow is of today, so on! I can't live it this way, I am bored, I am going to leave this place!

I need to leave!.. I need to leave!... I need to Leave! This is not a real life! I want to leave! I need to leave!

All what I was thinking during that time was to leave the world I was living, a place dissolved in miseries. No working environment! No place to go and rest! No reason for you to live! All boarders are closed, an invisible disease spreading, everything is on hold. This is a burning and deathly life. All there is in this world is non-existence.

But maybe now, I think that the life I was living is better than the one now. I think I want to return back.

I want to return back?! Return where?! No place, I left everything on a whim!

I am thinking too much about all these. Ten years had passed and nothing changed. I am indecisive!

Ten years ago passed like a mirage. I remember before in summer of my 18 years-old—nine, wait, what? Nine!—I lived in a family with my father, my mother, younger brother, and older sister, and I. my name is Adam, I need no other name for it. My mother told me that the name was decided by them because the first human was Adam and that I was the first son, so, it was appropriate; no wonder my older sister's name is Eve; the first women in existence.

I came home in the evening very late one day in summer, that day was very clear; the sea was in its calmest state. During that day, I looked to the sky and thought how the sun is brighter than our pitiful future. The moment I opened our door, I could hear my mother's voice calling for my father telling him that he came. "Oh!" I thought to myself, "were they waiting for me?" My mother's face was pale running toward me and asking me: "where were you? We were worried sick about you!"

"I was hanging out as usual, I just lost track of time." My father who wasn't so angry about it but also not so believing of me said: "really!" he continued: "do you know where your two friends are?" at that time, I was too tired to understand what he meant with his question, "I dunno!" I remember leaving them both in the sea and returning back home. Mother broke the conversation: "let's have dinner and talk about it later."

I went to our living room to find my two siblings sitting there stunned.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Unusual, they did not reply. "What's the matter? Are you sick?" Nothing, blank.

Dinner was dry. No words were exchanged; we did not say a word.

"Listen!" my father said suddenly, "I did not want to tell you this before dinner, but I also did not want to let you know this tomorrow by someone else, so I think I should tell you now. It's about your friends."

"Dad! If you want to tell me not to talk to them anymore, this won't do. They're my friends."

"I said listen, not to interrupt." Always angry, "your friend I__ is in prison, and T__ is found drowned." This came to me like lightning to my mind. My two friends are dead and in prison!

"I told you so many times not to talk to them and hang with them again. This could've happened to you, you understand this, right?" no one was saying anything, everything was calm. I am tired and bored. My friends! My family!

After taking the news, I lifted myself up, and went to my room upstairs. I could hear a calling; someone was asking me to return, the other was telling to letting me go. I entered my room, closed the door, opened my laptop to see if there is any news about my friends on facebook, but nothing.

My mother came to my room asking me if I am okay. I was not okay. I was dead. My mother telling me to keep courage and that what my father was saying was for me and that my family is worried sick about me. Well, I asked no one to worry for my sack.

"Mother, please, leave me be."

She left.

I remember holding my pillow like a child and trying to go to sleep. I closed my eyes and all went blank, void that does not exist.