"Are you sure this is a dream?"
Unintentionally, my eyebrows furrowed, and a heaviness started falling on me. I felt like I'd been lied to for years. And I was right, too. Even though it wasn't for years, it felt that long.
The last thing I'd want to see in a dream was a question trying to tell me that I wasn't dreaming.
I don't know how much time passed, for me it felt like a minute or two.
I could barely hold the paper at first because of the pain. But now, the question was bothering me so much that I had even stopped feeling the pain.
"What do you mean I'm not in a dream?" I tried to come to my senses and get up, to pull myself together.
When I tried to move my legs, I suddenly felt pain, but this time not in my arm, but in my legs.
"Agh, fuck!" I screamed.
My arm had distracted me so much that I hadn't even paid attention to my legs.
They were also badly injured, even if not as badly as my arm.
Were they broken? I don't know, but the only thing I knew was that they weren't in any condition to be used.
I slowly lay down again. As if I had been able to get up. I couldn't even lift my head completely off the ground.
When I tried to move, my right arm moved a little. Probably because of that, it suddenly hurt so badly, it was like it broke again.
When I slowly turned my head, I started to feel even more uneasy. The bleeding had slowed down a little earlier, but now it had increased. And now, it wasn't just pain and discomfort that I was feeling. It was weakness.
Looks like the adrenaline had helped only up to this point.
I had no strength left to move or to understand what was happening. I was going to bleed out and die in the middle of the city. And the worst part? There wasn't anyone around who could help me. No one.
My breathing had gotten shallow. Slowly, I was losing myself. My vision started to blur.
I had started feeling warmth in my right arm. A few seconds later, I couldn't even feel that anymore.
I didn't know what to do. Because I couldn't even think. Where was I? Maybe... maybe I wasn't dreaming? But I didn't even have the strength left to think about it.
I lifted my left hand a little to look at the writing on the paper.
"Are you sure this is a dream?"
The writing was still there.
I had heard that in dreams, writings don't stay stable, they change the moment you look away. Maybe this was real, not a dream.
I had already accepted it. Though I don't even know why I accepted it, I know I had no other choice. What would happen if I didn't accept it, anyway? I wouldn't survive.
"Was it going to be like this?" I whispered to myself.
I wasn't expecting to die like this. I always thought I'd at least see my 50s, 60s. Work somewhere, build a life, and when the time comes, die. I never thought my time would come this early. And in a situation like this, too
I couldn't feel my arms or legs. My eyelids had gotten heavy, I was getting sleepy. I wanted to sleep. But if I slept, there was a risk I wouldn't wake up again.
I tried to lift my left hand. It didn't hurt as much as before, but it had gotten so heavy. I barely managed to bring it towards my face to hit myself.
Maybe I'd come to my senses a little, maybe I'd think of something.
When I lifted my hand, I couldn't see clearly. It was blurry. But I could still see the colors. The color of my hand, of my arm, had changed. It had gotten pale, even a little bluish.
I lifted my arm up and let it fall freely towards my face. Maybe it would hit me like a slap and wake me up a little. But it didn't.
"Aghhh," I moaned softly.
It felt like a piece of rock had fallen on my face instead of my hand. All my senses were mixed. It was useless too.
I didn't know what to do, and I didn't have the time or strength to think anymore. Maybe… Maybe I needed to wish again.
So many things I wished for came true. A pen, a car, and to fly. Maybe if I wished with my last bit of strength to heal, or to wake up, I'd be able to?
I had no other chance left. I was going to close my eyes and wish to wake up, with my last strength.
I was trying to close my eyes, but felt pain in my right arm. A sharp pain.
"Aghhhhh," I started to scream, but it didn't last long.
I didn't even have the strength left to scream. But the pain didn't stop. It was a pain so bad that the things I felt before were nothing compared to this.
"What the hell was happening now?" I thought to myself.
I desperately looked to my right.
The sight I saw shocked me so much that I forgot the pain. The broken bone that had ripped through my skin was gone. The wounds on my right arm were healing.