Migraine
a parrapup tryout story by mayhaps
a parrapup tryout story by mayhaps
- A bright white light. The blurry faces of your loved ones, rushing all around you in a panicked frenzy. The darkness closing in all around you. You can still hear their muffled voices, their cries and shouts as they call frantically for help.
Do you know what that's like? I certainly do, as this is my story. I lived through this; I know how all this feels.
Then again, I also know how all this ends...
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The slow, steady ache shot through my head like a bullet piercing my skull. I groaned softly, and another sting of pain burst through. Tch. Too loud. I'd have to be more quiet if I wanted this migraine to go away.
I stood shakily, my hands groping at the wall to try and find something, anything, to balance myself. I needed to stay steady. If I didn't, I'd end up falling again, and that would probably make the migraine worse, if not kill me.
I looked around, my blackened eyes searching for something, anything that would help me out in the long run. But alas, it was too dark; I couldn't see much past my own hands. A soft, slow sigh escaped my beak as I rubbed my temples to try and sooth the raging monster within my mind. A million and three questions raced through my mind, screaming all at once. Where am I? Why am I here? What happened?
Am I dead?
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That last one seemed to be answered a short while later. As I walked through this nightmarish cavern, an extremely bright light pierced through the rocks, blinding me temporarily. I hissed, shielding my eyes, but that didn't stop the hellish whispers inside my head.
The light... It's coming to get you... It's going to get you...
I didn't know why, but I was afraid of it. A low moan escaped my throat as another stab came from this damned migraine. I clutched my head tightly, whispering quietly to myself. "Make it stop... Make it stop..."
I didn't realize that my voice has escalated to a loud crescendo until I heard it echoing off the cavern walls.
"MAKE IT STOP!!!"
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Shortly after that, I'd blacked out. I could hear muffled voices, choking sobs and harsh whispers. My vision soon came into focus, and suddenly, I was rushed. People were crowding all around me, I saw my mother sobbing as she tried to grab at me, screaming for her baby girl.
The doctors, after regaining control of the situation at hand, sat me down and began interviewing me. Did my head hurt? Could I move my fingers, my toes? Was I feeling nauseous?
All that would come out, however, was one simple sentence.
"The light's coming to get us."
