Monday, 19. May 2008, 00:37:21
For two weeks, I have two nightmares, each day, with a few changes each time, but always the same main frame.
Warning : the following may hurt some people. If after having read it, you think that I must have NOT write this, please see this
wikipedia article to understand why I tried that.
Second Nightmare
I am 10 years old. I am at school. It is the early afternoon. I am listening the teacher, he is teaching us about the modern history of China.
We are on the third and last floor of our school. We can ear through the window the younger children reciting in chorus a poem, guided by their teacher.
At the desk just before my desk, there's a girl that I really like. I like to watch her hair, and the way she is standing. I secretly dream that when I will be older, I could marry her, and then we will be like my parents. I love my parents a lot, they are poor but I know they are always doing their best. But this morning, my mother refuse that I go this evening to my friend place, he has the latest video game console, and he invited me to play with him. My father agree with her. Since this morning, I am very angry against them.
I am feeling strange. It is like I am overcome by vertigo. Our teacher stop to talk. The others classmates look at each other. Some start to scream. The teacher with a very scary voice tell us to go under our desk, and I immediately obey.
Everything happens in a few seconds. I keep my eyes opened all the time. The window exploded. Everything falls on the floor, pens, books, and some parts of the ceiling also.
Suddenly, the walls and the floor start to move, like they are elastic, or soft like tofu. At the same moment, the ceiling and the floor collapse, and I fell myself falling. I see in front of me several classmates disappeared in big cracks, and some others being crushed by heavy chunks of ceiling.
A terrible fear freezes all my body, while I was falling, screaming in a huge noise of others classmates screams covered by the rumbles of the elastic concrete.
Something hit my head on the left, I feel a huge pain, and I lose consciousness.
I don't know how many time I kept unconscious. I open my eyes, everything is dark. My head is very painful. I can't move my legs, but I can move my arms. I touch my head, and it was sticky. I start crying. I call my mother, my dad, my teacher. they don't answer. But I hear a few other children asking for help.
I shout for a few minutes, but my chest is also painful. I lose consciousness again.
I am very cold. I am very thirsty. I am very hungry. I am also very angry. Why was my school so fragile ?
I want to be at home, I want to be with my parents, I don't want to be here anymore.
I hear less and less other children. But I hear some people talking to us, and asking for us. I would tell them that I am here but I am too weak to talk.
Now I can see them. I am no more in the dark. I feel no more pain. I am flying over a huge mass of concrete and steel. A lot of people, mostly with army clothes, are trying to find something in that huge mass. I understood that they are all trying to find me and the others children and teachers.
It is too late for me. But I can see how they are concentrated on their work. They seems to be exhausted but they continue to dig up very carefully to save us.
I can see my mother. but not my father. She is crying. I regret that I was angry against her since the morning. I would like to tell her how I love her, but my voice is completely silent.
Some of my other classmates are flying with me. We all get closer, and stay besides, hand in hand.
I slowly fly higher and higher. I can see all around. Everywhere, there are soldiers and peoples who are trying to help and to find survivors.
It is too late for me. But I am no more angry. All the love of those peoples make me peaceful. They selflessly doing their best, and it raises a warm light in my heart.
Now I can fly away. I am suffering for my mother, for them and for those who still alive, I am worried about how they can survive in a such disaster.
The higher I fly, the more I can see flows of friendly and careful thoughts that come from all around, from close and far places.
I am sure that more love and more help will come from all the country and from all the world, to help my mother and all the people that now need help and care.
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