Chapter 13:- The Last Dream

I woke up with a headache and swollen, red eyes.
As I tried to remember why I felt refreshed and miserable at the same time.

When my eyes glanced to my room, they widened.
Having no recollection that I had managed to wreck my room that much.

Things were thrown on the floor, clothes lay around in piles or not.
Broken lamp lay near the desk, waiting to be picked up and either fixed or to be thrown away.

The sound of the door opening startled me, slightly.
I was even more surprised when it was mother, not father, who brought me breakfast and tea.

"H-How are you feeling?" She asked, sounding uncertain and slightly scared.

I remained silent, turning away to blankly stare at the boring ceiling.

"Dad's gone to work," she said, placing the food and drink on my desk.

And the reasons out...

"He asked me to remind you ... about your flight - t-tomorrow, 12.00 am."

There was still no word from me, I didn't even act like I heard her.
After last night, everything seemed to....

... Have lost importance.