To My Dearest Roseanne- Chapter 27
As shocking as it may sound, the village of Mierzwin has suffered another calamity in recent times. Last week, there was a mysterious explosion, and now the electrical supply line from Bydgoszcz to Konin has become the cooking pot of a natural phenomenon known as "the dirty thunderstorms". The problem is dirty thunderstorms form in volcanoes, not on a plain field in the middle of the Land of Po. So far, there are only two confirmed victims of the thunderstorms, who were, apparently, standing too close to steel constructions. The only eyewitness described the phenomenon as, quote "The coming of Godzilla, like in the movies." At the moment the situation has calmed down in the village and the fire-fighting units are on site, but the supply line is beyond damaged. The geological institute from Poznań has promised to send in their top experts to examine the mystery behind poles burning with lava. Stay tuned for further reports from the WGZF News Channel.
Roseanne turned off the newsflash. She didn't know what to make of the whole thing, but it didn't look pretty at all. The poles through which Cho arrived, as she claimed, burned down like a box of matches. On top of that, there was definitely something wrong with Cho. Sure, she got frightened after the close encounter with a pit bull, but the girl was unable to pull herself together.
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The moment they came back home, Cho barricaded herself in the guest room. She threw herself on the bed, her head splitting from the inside with the pulsating sound. It was as annoying as an upset stomach. Just as Cho thought it was going away, a wave of its crippling intensity would overflow her. Enzo came by her bedside, but he wasn't angry like that dog from the outside. Enzo sniffed around the sheets and made a very concerned grimace, giving a crying sound in the process.
"Can you hear it? Can you hear it, too?" Cho asked through the waves of pain.
The dog jumped onto the bed and rested his head on Cho's stomach, as if trying to suck out all the ailment out of her. Cho caressed his hair while suppressing the discomfort that was spilling into her guts.
Suddenly, she saw rain. It wasn't ordinary rain, though. It was raining in her room, from the floor to the ceiling, not the other way round as it should be. The anti-gravity rain began forming a pool of water on the ceiling that soon after became a deep water tank. The stirring water was approaching Cho's bed rapidly. The surface of the water was so close, she could see her own reflection in it.
What she saw was a little girl bedridden with insecurities, trauma, and obsessive thoughts. Where was the image of a valiant teenager who wanted to break away from the clutches of a hellhole she was in, and prove to herself that she hadn't lost her reason, compassion, and heart?
It was an illusion, Cho thought as the water devoured her.
But then again, was it really?
"No!" Cho screamed. "I mustn't think like that!"
Cho panicked as the water filled the entirety of the room. She lost visibility in the water, so she couldn't find Enzo. The girl desperately needed to breathe, but her lungs were out of air.
"It's very easy to think of all the negativity that happened to us, but it's hard to recall all the good things. You need to remember all the light that blessed you, my little bunny," her mother, Cho's mother, said to her.
No! I'm ready to give up yet!–Cho screamed in her mind.–I'm alive for a reason, and I didn't meet my alternate self just because of some hocus-pocus that now wants to fry my brain. I need to fight it!
The crashing sound of opening windows cleared the room of all the water in an instant. Cho was lying on the floor, whereas Enzo kept running around and barking. Roseanne entered the room through the window.
"What the hell happened? I couldn't open the doors! Had to climb out the kitchen and crawl onto the window sill to get to you."
"Thank you," said Cho. "At least I didn't drown."
"What are you talking about? There wasn't any water here."
Cho touched her T-shirt, it was completely dry.
Then she noticed the pulsating sound had stopped banging around her head.
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