‘Your pillow’s wet,’ said Mum. ‘Did you have another nightmare?’
She worries. I know that’s at the root of it all, the checking my bed for tears, for sweat, any hint I haven’t slept. Though over the months, the worry in her voice sounds more like hurt – an accusation. Why can’t she have a son who’s like the others? Who goes out drinking, gets hung up on girls? Why the endless scribbling, the hours on forums looking for answers?
Why does she have to have the wounded son?
I try to smile, to ignore the heaviness around my eyes, the way my limbs seem to float then sink, as if I’m caught in a rip tide.
‘I’m fine Mum,’ I say, tipping cereal into a bowl, sloshing milk in after it.
I shovel grainy clumps into my mouth, let the milk dribble down my chin – my best in impression of a ‘normal’ teenage boy. She smiles, ruffles my hair like she did when I was small. My chest feels like its breaking, like someone’s prising it apart and for a moment I think I’ll tell her everything. But the cereal’s turned spongy and it clogs my throat and I can’t speak. So I don’t.
‘Don’t forget to put out the rubbish, love,’ she says.
Witten for The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt – NIGHTMARE. See the word and write a post about it, why don’t you?
Poignant and well written.@sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Thank you Sheila for your lovely comments and thanks very much for reading 🙂
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My pleasure.
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Aw that poor guy! I really feel for him…
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Ta love. I can still feel that sense of being an outsider, being misunderstood from when I was a mixed up teen. Hope it comes across in this scribble.
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It really did. I wondered if it was about his sexuality maybe. He sounded so isolated
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I wondered that too. Teens are not an easy time anyway, but with the added stress of an identity crises, they must feel like hell
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For sure! I wouldn’t go back there!
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Nah. Give me middle age – even with the menopause – over teens 🙂
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Haha!
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Powerfully written. Lots of muscle!
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Thanks so much Tish 🙂
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Beautifully written Lynn, the way you use the words made me feel the character. I felt it, every inch.
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Thank you! I’m glad the character came across strongly. That’s all I could hope for. Thanks for reading 🙂
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It’s always a pleasure!
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Ah, teenage hell. Poor kid, I feel his pain.
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Thanks Sonya. I remember all that very clearly. Glad I’m not seventeen again 🙂
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You and me both 😀
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