Love's war soldiers

Chapter 4

I opened my eyes on August 22, in the middle of the summer holidays with a new heart and an immeasurable lust for life, making my parents happy and feeling that I was born for the second time.

The 10 days I spent in the hospital after I woke up were cruel. I came out of it with bone pain and without many kilograms.

I am still not allowed to do much for 6 months and for this reason I chose to postpone enrollment in college for a year. I have to follow an even more drastic regime than before, and to avoid anything that could exhaust my heart.

However, this time I have a sense of relief that at some point I will be able to lead a normal life. I want to be able to enjoy absolutely everything in college, not to miss anything. Let me enjoy life.

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Aimee

Aimeeeee

Aimeeeeeee

I am in a field full of flowers. I'm dressed in a light white dress, and my bare feet are now tickled by the green grass in the field. The brightly colored flowers form a wonderful picture here and the sweet scent intoxicates my senses.

But still I feel an uneasiness and a pressure in my chest when I hear like an echo, my name shouted by an unknown voice.

The despair and grave tone of my voice that I don't recognize urges me to run to reach that person. The anxiety and frustration I feel trying to make out something in my voice that seems so familiar, but I can't recognize it. I can't even tell if she's a woman or a man, but she calls my name so pathetically that I know she needs me.

I run quickly to the forest a few meters away from where the cry for help seems to come. I enter the forest trying to avoid the obstacles in my way as much as possible, but when I avoid a bush of red strawberries, I run into a tree.

The blow is so strong that it unbalances me and I fall near the protruding roots of the huge oak tree where I notice scribbled in a heart, an R + A.

I get up instantly and keep running.

Aimeeee

Aimeeeeee

The voice continues to resonate in my mind and the more I run, it seems to me that the farther I am and the anxiety grows inside me, shaking my whole being.

I don't know where I'm running, I don't know why and I don't even know who, but I know I have to get somewhere.

Aimeeeeee

The voice is now full of pain and it makes me feel so small and helpless that tears begin to flow down my cheek without my will.

I increase my speed among the trees in the forest and when I turn left, I fall into a precipice. And I fall into the void .. And I keep falling ..

I wake up breathing heavily and with sweat beads sliding faintly from my forehead. It was just a dream..

The door to my room suddenly opens and my mother appears in front of me, looking at me worriedly.

-Aimee, what happened? Aren't you feeling well? She asks

- Yes, Mom, I'm fine. I only had a dream.

- But you were screaming for help. And you're all sweaty, she says as she approaches me.

- I'm good mother, I assure you. I say trying to hide my anxiety.

He walks away from me and takes the blood pressure monitor out of the drawer. He's had so many emotions lately that he's afraid of anything.

I know I would protest in vain and I know that if I don't let her take my blood pressure she won't calm down, so I lift my arm slightly leaving room to place the device and try to adjust my breathing by inhaling and exhaling strongly.

—The tension is good, she says. And the pulse isn't bad either.

- I told you I was fine. I'd tell you if there's anything wrong.

-But what did you dream of waking up so sweaty? She asks me after she made sure that everything is medically good.

- I honestly don't remember, I lie even though I know perfectly every moment of the dream.

I remember every flower, every tree and every desperate cry for help. But for some unknown reason I can't tell my mother. Maybe because of the feeling of uneasiness that is still trying me, or maybe because of the voice that still resonates in my mind.

- You should sleep, it's only 4 o'clock in the morning, he kisses me on the forehead and leaves my room wishing me good night.

My sleep is completely gone now, so I put my headphones in my ears and open my laptop to look for some faculties I would like to go to. That's just to try to take my mind off the dream I had, but it's all in vain.

The thought runs away from me when I start browsing the Princeton University website. It may sound cliché, but since I was little I wanted to be a princess. I didn't have the life I wanted, so I often limited myself to imagining what it would have been like if I had been born in other circumstances.

I never thought about college or Princeton, but now flipping through the pages of the site, I'm almost convinced I have to go there. On top of that, it's only about 80 miles between Princeton and Glen Rock - the city where I live, so I could come home as often as possible.

I know that my mother will not be happy with the idea of ​​staying at the dormitory, but she will respect my decision in the end ... at least I hope so .. I continue browsing the site for another 30 minutes, then I turn off my laptop and get some more sleep. I feel exhausted as if I really ran.