474 - Passing the headache.

I imagined my mom coming in to my room and finding me dead, headless, with all the walls splashed with blood, and pieces of my brain and eyes sparse through the whole room; I imagined her screaming and running away asking for help.

I imagined the guys from the morgue picking up the rests of my body, and trying to assemble my head back together, as if I were a puzzle, while they get my vigil ready.

I imagined my family and friends crying in front of my coffin, which always was kept closed due to the horrible that my assembled head was, because there was still some pieces of flesh and skin missing that they were not were able to put back together.

I imagined the burying of my body on a rainy day, where all the people splashed their shiny black shoes with mud as they carried my coffin down on the cemetery.

And when I imagined that everything had ended and that I was six foot under ground, I realized that my headache was gone.

The end.

Published on April 23rd, 2012.