Eating Me Alive
It was dark, cold and quiet. It’s the middle of the night. Everyone is sleeping. Crickets are awake and fireflies are lighting up our backyard. I can hear my dog outside snoring like an old man. You might be wondering why I know all this. It’s because I was awake. Something woke me up and it was neither monsters hiding in my closet nor spiders crawling in my bed. It was something so much more terrifying and life threatening. I considered myself a deep sleeper meaning that I don’t wake up as easily as most people but this night in particular changed my life.
I was finished doing my chores as always with my siblings. My sister would do the dishes, my brother would clean the dining table and I would I try to help as much as I can because I was the one who cooks every day. As we settled down and watched a movie I heard a noise coming from my room. It was neither load nor soft. It was similar to the rustling sound that a plastic bag would make when crumpled. I was nervous but I forced myself to check what it was. I went to the basement because that is where I chose for my room to be. I opened the lights and check every nook and cranny of the place and found nothing. Relaxing my mind, I went back to the living room curiously asking myself if I was imagining things.
After the movie, my sister chose to go to her room to study; my brother went to his room as well to play video games, and I stayed in the living room to continue reading George Orwell’s “1984”. I was reading the scene where the O’Brien straps Winston to a chair, then claps Winston’s head so that he cannot move. O’Brien picks up a cage full of enormous squirming rats and places it near Winston. He says that when he presses a lever, the door will slide up and the rats will leap onto Winston’s face and eat it and they did.
I stopped reading after that scene for me to imagine it in detail and memorize it because it was one of the scariest scenes I‘ve read since Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Pit and the Pendulum” and “The Tell-Tale Heart”. I was really flabbergasted. After thinking for a while, I went to the kitchen to drink milk and my vitamins as per my daily routine and I heard it again. It was the rustling noise that I can’t get out of my head since I’ve heard it the first time. I was now really afraid and considered sleeping in the living room “It was probably the wind” I reassured myself because I checked every single space in my room and nothing was amiss. I shouted my goodnights to my siblings and went to my room not knowing the horror that I would face that night.
I was having a wonderful dream. It was about a beautiful woman that would be my future wife. She was tall, slender, smart and very charming. She was both alluring to the eyes and ears because she spoke with the utmost grace and intelligence. She was perfect until she disappeared. I woke up. I was extremely angry and forced myself to go back to sleep wishing to see her once again until I heard the sound of nightmares. It was that sound again. It was dark and the sound was more intense that the last two times I’ve heard it before. It was echoing in my room and in my head the sound of hell. I put my blanket over my head and prayed that it would stop. I was shaking and sweating until my underwear was as wet as a sponge. I was in the midst of tears but it did not stop.
1 minute. 5 minutes. 15 minutes. I did not know how much time has passed and suddenly the greatest miracle happened. It stopped. I looked around while I was still tucked in my bed there was finally peace. I stood up and was ready to head to the light switch, go to the kitchen, drink some water, maybe urinate and jump to my sister’s bed for comfort but then the peace ended when a cockroach landed in my face. It was so large that it was the size of a golf ball but in my head it was like a huge boulder torturing me to the death. I panicked and slapped my face that’s when there and then it happened. The cockroach was flying. Flying all over my room and landing in all sorts of places.
I was about to run out of my door when suddenly it was like trying to land on me. I panicked again and went back to the area of my bed. I grabbed my baseball bat and tried to kill it. I swung the bat countless times but it was useless. The flying cockroach was invincible. It has the power of super speed.
After calming myself down, I strategized what I would do. I came up with a solution. I first opened my window to try and make the cockroach fly out and be free then I wrapped my blanket around myself as a shield, grabbed my bat and summoned all my courage to beat the hell out of that godforsaken insect. After a while of hard battle, the cockroach decided to surrender and fly to the window but I did not allow it. I swung my bat trying to hit the flying torture device when I suddenly hit the window pane. Thankfully it did not crack but if it did, then I would’ve considered it as a great sacrifice for peace.
I closed the window and had a sigh of relief. It was gone! Gone forever! I went back to bed all excited wanting to meet the woman of my dreams but the sound of the flying cockroach was still in my head. I tried and tried to no avail. I sat down stared at the wall and grinned while thinking about the godforsaken cockroach. It was a long and sleepless night for me that night. The echoing sound of the flying cockroach was still in my head until the next morning. The one thing that was left behind by that cockroach was his presence in my thoughts. It truly is a fact that at night, one thing that should be left alone is your thoughts. They eat you alive until the next morning.