FEAR
Yamada opened the door of his bedroom and fell face flat on his bed.
“Wakarunaiiiii....” he muttered massaging his head. All these dreams. The body pain. And of course the gashed scars. He quickly moved in front of his mirror and removed his garments. The scars were not as deep as they had seemed in the water, but they were there. In fact they were everywhere, he studied them carefully. From normal point of view they seemed like harmless aftermaths of a brutal fall down a hill. But he did not remember any such thing. What happened Sunday night? He was at home... sleeping, after having dinner with the boys. And Saturday he had been with his family. He could not recall a single incident in which he had suffered a fall nor been bumped into by rogue driver at least.
His head ached as he tried to recall.... forcing him to give up. So kept staring in the mirror. His eyes from a confused stare, narrowed. And he edged closer to the mirror.
“I don’t believe......... it’s impossible....”
Disbelief fell over him. His breathing became shallow, and fear surged through his backbone, rooting him to the spot. The scars on his body.... they were not just wounded lines running up his back and torso.... they were all connected...................it couldn’t be............. but it was. It was a map. He dared not to remove his eyes from the scars which ended in a ‘X’ mark. The mark was engraved with so much more force than the other scars, as if highlighted amongst the rest. It must have bled...he touched it, causing himself to flinch in pain.
“No.....”
Fear enveloped him completely. There was no more courage to face this. His eyes flooded with tears and his body began to feel the similar stinging pain.
It could have been just his imagination....had the name of the maps cartographer not been there as well.
“Did I do this?”
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