The House at the Edge

I slowly blinked open my eyes, disoriented and confused by the strange dream-like visions I had just experienced. The memories and images I had seen were still fresh and lingering in my mind, leaving me feeling bewildered and on edge.

As reality slowly comes into focus, I find myself in a hospital bed, my head throbbing with pain and my vision blurred. The nurse's voice registers in my ears, explaining that I had fainted due to shock. The urgent need for clarity pushes me to fight through the grogginess and force myself to wake up completely. I know I must find my father and ask about what I have experienced.

The nurse's concern for my well-being is evident as I attempt to rise from the hospital bed.

Her words, "What do you think you are doing? You are sick and you aren't supposed to stand up! Please lie down back sir," ring in my ears, urging me to rest and not exert myself in my weakened condition.

Despite the insistence of the nurse, urging me to get some rest, my determination and urgency to find my father and clear my mind override their words. I don't care about the potential dangers they mention; all I can think about is finding my father and getting answers to the questions that have been swirling in my mind.

The sense of urgency in my voice is palpable as I exclaim, "I need to go NOW!"

My determination and insistence leave no room for argument. I push through the persistent urgings of the nurse to rest, fueled by the burning need to find my father and seek answers.

The sharp pain in my head intensifies, causing me to wince and yell out in frustration,

"Ahhh, my head! It hurts! DAMN IT!"

The mix of physical discomfort and emotional turmoil makes the situation even more agonizing, adding to my sense of urgency to find my father.

In a desperate attempt to find relief from the intense pain, I hit my head repeatedly with my hand, desperately hoping for some relief. The nurse tries to stop me, worried about my well-being, but the pain is overwhelming. I can't help but speculate that the suppressed memories and the recent flood of recollections might be contributing to the excruciating headache I experiencing.

Despite the efforts of the nurse to prevent it, I find myself unable to control the urge to hit my head, as a reaction to the overwhelming pain and memories swirling within myself.

The repeated impact against my head only worsens the pain, yet I can't seem to stop the impulse.

The pain in my head is intense and excruciating. Each time I hits my head, it feels as if my brain is being rattled inside my skull, sending waves of agony coursing through my skull. The sheer intensity of the pain is overwhelming, and it is hard to describe other than a throbbing, pulsating sensation that threatens to consume all my thoughts. 

The pain searing through my head is excruciating, and the nurse's efforts to stop me from harming myself are met with increasing resistance.

The urge to bring relief to the torment by hitting my head again is almost too strong to resist, as the pain reaches a nearly unbearable level. It blurs my vision and consumes my thoughts, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything other than the throbbing agony within my head.

The realization sinks in that I have no choice but to remain in the hospital for the time being. My eagerness to see my father is strong, but my condition prohibits me from leaving until I have recovered enough to be discharged. The sense of frustration and helplessness rises as I come to terms with my current predicament.

My frustration and sense of impatience continues to grow, as I feel a desperate need to speak to my father and alleviate the growing number of questions that weigh heavily on my mind.

The realization that I are unable to do so at this moment due to my confinement in the hospital fuels my frustration further. Despite my restless state, i have no choice but to accept my current situation.

After leaving the hospital, I wasted no time in searching for my father, driven by the urgent need to confront him and get the answers I sought. The days spent waiting had only fuelled my determination, and I approached him with a single-minded focus, refusing to let him avoid answering my questions.

My heart raced as I approached my father, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursing through myself. I couldn't help but wonder how the conversation would unfold and what his responses would be to the questions that had been consuming my thoughts.

The thought crossed my mind as I approached my father,

"Would I finally get the answers I had been searching and waiting for?"

I am filled with a mixture of hope, anxiety, and uncertain of what to expect but determined to find some closure to the questions that had haunted me for so long.