After Fortnight of
The blue paint on the walls dominates the
“ shout repeatedly.
Jed”
By Stanley Guiller M. Arce
It was another day of the countless
mornings Jed woke up with a bad dream, leaving
headaches and echoes as he stood up. As always, he
wasn’t touched by ‘sunlight’ and barely remembered
how it felt. Looking in front of the mirror Jed stared at
how pale his lips are.
"Dreams", he sighed, while reimagining the
horrific faces in his dreams. Loud sonorous voices
bounce back and forth while he runs. Tired, he
stopped and got mauled by a gigantic monster. Jed
shook his head and proceeded to walk outside his
room. The dream didn't even bother him at all, he felt
hungry.
"Mom?", he asked, searching the kitchen, if
his mother's home, but there wasn't anyone. "Probably
out," he said.
Jed knows for himself he could make his own
breakfast so he decided to do so. As he wandered the
kitchen he realized how much the interior had
changed, and in fact, everything was reshaped. The
kitchen seems to be empty and the wall is painted in
simple colors, white and blue.
"White and blue?" Jed asked out of confusion.
"Since when did they color the house?" he said and
then went back to his bedroom to look for his phone.
The bedroom was empty too, wherein the
bed stood-out all alone to his right. Jed searched,
throwing the sheets and pillows on the floor.
"Where is it?" he looks for his phone in a
panic. "I left it here, somewhere.." he added and now
walking back and forth from his bedroom to the
kitchen.
surrounding. The white was becoming bright for Jed's
eyes. "Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off," he would
He finally stopped talking and walking,
facing one corner of the bedroom's walls. He stayed
there for a minute, so still, as if he wasn't breathing.
He then slowly crawled to sit, and heavy breathing is
evident. His palms are now covering his ears as if he
hears the sonorous voices again. His knee almost
bleeds for his teeth. For Jed, the room began to feel
like an inch big.
The door creaked open, and Jed wasn’t aware
of it as in his ears the voices were too loud. Two
figures rushed in wearing blue cloth and white pants.
They immediately held Jed’s hands, carefully lifting
him up back to his feet. Jed’s eyes begin to feel heavy
and the voices are slowly fading away. Then he was
unconscious.
Outside, tears and subtle sniffs, Jed’s mother
cries. A doctor stands in front of her, telling another
episode of Jed. “Jed’s still in constant restraints of his
memory, he is trying to forget what had happened in
his past,” the doctor explains.
“If we were more open to each other this
wouldn’t have happened”, Jed’s mother said in a
subdued tone.
It all started for a fortnight of sadness and depression.
Think of what you could’ve done.