pluehunter | Small entry

Finally finished reading Chemistry and suddenly the urge to write this, sob, I don't even know how to edit all these errors anymore.

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Lariat:

He woke up from the same dream again. He had lost count of how many times this had happened lately. Although his body is desperate for a rest his brain does not allow him to. Everytime he closes his eyes, something spreads out from the darkness and drags him into a place where he is engulfed by the darkness in that dream. He attempted to escape but it makes no difference to what happens in the end.

Suddenly he thought of how his mother told him that a persistent dream is a hint, a warning or maybe a sign to what might happen in your life or to the people around you and that he should feel blessed for being able to foresee this. However, at this time his brain isn’t functional as how it should be. He don’t have time to freaking think through this weird dream, what he need right now is a good rest. He sighed and leans his head back on the wall, trying to calm himself down and maybe hypnotize himself to sleep.

He stared at the ceiling, the refined edges of the plaster ceiling, the perfect curves and angles. He used to fuss over a few tiny dents on the ceiling and complaining to the renovator, demanding the poor guy to redo over and over until he’s satisfied with every small details, smoothness and evenness of the ceiling. His thoughts slowly drifting off after a long stare at the ceiling.

“Mom, the ceiling here is dripping again, it's so noisy…”he murmurs to his mother, she would then lit up the dim bulb in the room, search under the bed and place a bucket under the spot. “Well, that shall fix it now go back to sleep, Larry.” that’s what his mother always said followed by a gentle smile. Soon after half an hour, the bucket is filled up with rain water, his mother would sneak out of the bed, pour the water out from the window and place it back at the same spot, she always do it quietly to avoid waking him up, sometimes she would hit her legs on the edge of the furniture in this cramped little room ignoring the pain, repeatedly without complaints. He would pretend that he’s asleep, pretend that he didn’t see his mother doing all these, quietly choking back the tears. Finally, he decided that one day he would let her live in a gorgeous house where the ceiling is pure white like her hair, perfectly made and plastered so that he don’t have to see her tiring herself out by replacing buckets throughout every rainy night.

“Why am I working so hard for.” he cried out, his eyes are teary from the flashback but nowhere near to crying, covering his eyes with his hand, his voice echoed in this large, empty and nicely furnished apartment. “There isn’t anyone for me to work so hard for anymore, why am I still doing this, what for I’m living until now…” his brain sink into sad thoughts, he hated this whenever he traps himself in these thoughts, it’s suffocating and hard to get out and how he wished that he could fell into a deep sleep and never waking up…

“Why are you not here to share all these with me, mother…”