I wake up in a cold sweat, remnants of my nightmare flash before my eyes. I see lights, blank faces, glass shattering and then just darkness. As I rise from the bed the sweat soaked sheets cling to my back. I feel an immense sort of pressure booming in my head. It hurts so much I need to lie back down again and I must have bitten my tongue because I can taste blood. I just lie there waiting for the pain to subside.
I once again rise from the bed and slowly I try to stand. The booming in my head is still there but I force myself to walk to the bathroom. I flip the light switch and the light illuminates the tiny bathroom. As I look through the window I notice it's still dark outside. It must be pretty early, seeing as it's summer and the sun rises around 6 AM.
I turn on the cold water in the shower, I pull of the boxer short I'm wearing and the tank top and step into the shower. The water is freezing cold but I can't seem to make myself care. I just stand there for ten minutes, just staring at the tile in front of me but not really noticing it. My head is still pounding. With effort I raise my hand to the back of my head to check for a bump or gash. Nothing. I lower my hand to the tap again and turn off the water. A painful shiver works its way up my spine and the pounding in my head is back in full force.
I slip on the wet bathroom floor and fall. I hurt everywhere but I don't want to move. Maybe if I close my eyes everything will be normal again, I close my eyes. After a minute I open my eyes again, I'm still laying on the wet floor in the poorly lit bathroom. I push myself up from the floor, holding onto the sink.
I catch my reflection in the mirror, wet dark blond hair frames my pale face, eyes rimmed red and puffy, a gash decorates my forehead. Everything comes rushing back. Getting hit by a car, everybody just staring at me. Dragging myself onto the curb and the car driving off into the night, nobody even tried to help me. I lay unconscious for awhile but when I woke I practically crawled back to the shithole I call my apartment. I feel dizzy, I look down my body. It's filled with black and blue bruises and cuts. I look at the white tank top on the bathroom floor, it's stained with blood. I feel the blood trickling out of the cuts, dripping onto the floor and my feet. It gets harder to stand and I let myself fall to the floor. I guess it wasn't a nightmare.