5 Long nigh

I approach the mirror.

'Did I really not realize this?'

I have a scratch, it starts on my cheek and it ends on my forehead, passing over my nose, crossing my face diagonally.

'It crosses my whole face, it's clear that dad saw it. But why didn't he mention anything? '

I look at my hair and see something white among all the darkness.

'A white hair? I'm only 18 years old and I already have white hair, I'm sure it's because of the stress caused by the pain'

I grab the hair and pull it until I rip it out.

'All right. What do I do now? I tell him what happened? Or wait for him to ask me?'

While I'm thinking, I'm walking back to my room, causing me to ignore the pain a little.

I enter my room and sit on the edge of the bed.

'Okay, I'll wait for him to mention something'

I prepare the blanket and start to lie down slowly.

As I am lying down, I remember something:

'I almost forgot, tomorrow is my turn to prepare breakfast, I'll have to wake up a little earlier. I just hope that the pain is more tolerable'

I'm looking at the ceiling, thinking on what happened a few hours ago.

And I finally come to reason.

'It is true! I threw fucking thunderbolts of my arms!'

I raise my arms to the air.

'How the fuck did I do it? I remember feeling a warmth in my chest, a warmth I had never felt before. Then it began to spread out throughout my body'

I inspect my arms.

'I can't see anything because of the bandages. I can't imagine how my arms are after the bites, scratches and burning'

I lower my arms.

'I wonder if I can do it again. Has someone also gone through this? Or maybe I just drugged myself with some fungus and I didn't notice and unconsciously put on the bandages. Or maybe dad put them on me as punishment'

I return to Earth.

'Stop. Obviously that doesn't explain the pain. I have to sleep'

I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep.

The next thing I see is a forest full of trees.

Everything is blurred.

I'm moving between them.

In each blink I advance more.

Now I'm in a totally different place.

I'm watching the stars.

I turn to my left.

I see my arm.

It's covered in bandages.

I see a source of light.

It's a bonfire.

I turn to my right.

I see my arm.

It's a combination of white, red and black.

But there is someone next to me, cleaning my arm.

I start to turn to see his face.

I wake up with a deep sigh.

My breathing is really fast.

After a few moments, I manage to calm down.

'Was that a dream? Or was it a memory?'

I can't distinguish it.

I see the time on a clock that is on one of the walls of my room.

'It's only been 2 hours, I should try to go back to sleep'

But now I'm not successful.

I spend the next 5 hours thinking about what happened and trying to feel that heat again.

'That feeling was unique. Although I describe it as heat, I can't explain it well'

'In the dream, though everything was blurry, I could see that my arm was in a very bad condition, it seems that the white color was the bone'

I see my right arm.

'But no piece of it seems to be missing. The person who found me is a very good doctor, that or it was some kind of witchcraft or magic' I think of it as a joke.

But when I realized, I put on a totally serious face.

'Wait a second, I threw thunderbolts, that means, does magic really exist? Am I some kind of sorceress? It's supposed to only exist in fantasy books or mangas'

I smile thinking about it.

'Being honest, I once imagined myself having powers and protecting people, but I never thought it would happen, it was impossible for me since I am a totally scientific person. Then, it's also possible that there are gods...'

I begin to imagine a lot of situations, elements, powers, gods...

'If at some point something similar to a manga happens, I will not make the same stupid mistakes, like not to use all my strength from the beginning of a fight or let myself be carried away by my emotions..'

The hours fly by.

When I realize, it's time to get up.

'My god, I only slept 2 hours. Fortunately, today I don't have to do any task, so I'll just make breakfast and return to read'

My pajamas cover all the bandages, so I decide to leave like this.

I sit on the edge of the bed and gather courage to stand up.

'Here we go again'

It hurts a lot.

'At least it hurts much less than yesterday'

Now I can walk a little faster.

I walk down the hall until I reach the stairs, just before the bathroom.

'The time has come'

I put my foot on the first step and when I lean on it my leg starts to tremble because of how weak it is.

Quickly, I put the other foot on the same step.

'It seems I have to be slow and very careful if I don't want to fall. I hope dad doesn't come down now'

I start to go down, step by step.

Halfway through, I take a short break.

I keep going down.

Finally I get to the bottom.

'2 damn minutes to go down a staircase'

I have no difficulties to get to the kitchen.

'Let's see what there is to cook'

By not having many things to do in the house, one of the skills that I have developed the most is cooking. I'm not an expert, but, according to my dad, I cook quite well.

'I would have loved to try mom's food ...'

When I open the drawers, I see all the fresh ingredients that dad brought yesterday from the city.

'Perfect, I'll cook my favorite food: pancakes'

I gather all the ingredients and I start to prepare them.

I take no time to finish.

I scream to dad for breakfast:

"Dad, breakfast is ready!"