(This is based on one of my dreams and my friends told me I should try to write it into a story. So yeah, since it based on a dream, I'll try my best to make it more logical somehow... And the Reader is female Medic trainee, I'm very sorry because I'm not sure about writing gender neutral stories
Y/N= Yourname
F/D= Favorite drink
H/C= Hair color
V/D= Vacation destination
And the reader is suppose to be at least 18 years old to fit with the storyline, sorry guys)
"Ah, home sweet home" you signed in relieve as you flopped down your bed after the vacation your parents insisted you should took after graduating from High School, you had a stressful year afterall, taking care of the papers for applying to University. But it should paid off when you finally get accepted into Medical school. It have been your dreams ever since you were a small child, seeing the nurses and doctors bustling around in their white clothes just like wingless angels, magical hands working hard to saving life, such a noble job one could ever think of.
Your eyes are starting to dropped while thinking about the moment of receive the acceptance letter that you have worked so hard for so many years, the long ride have taken most of your remained energy, leaving you feeling nothing but wanting some good rest. So you decide to take a quick shower, change into something more comfortable to sleep and return to bed. You took a quick glance at the clock to see that it's just a little bit past 7PM, but I deserve some sleep, you think, with that you slowly drifting off into a restless sleep.
Blood, the sound of someone screaming echoed in your dream, the smell of burning gasoline, the sound of an ambulance, someone lift you up, you groaned in pain as everything blurred in your eyes. You heard the beeping sound of an IV, the blinding flashing lights in front of you, then it fades into nothingness. Your mom sat there, crying, your tears falling into oblivion.
Pain filled your body as your heart clenched, you can feel your body shaking slightly and your pillow wet with salty tears. You cursed yourself for keep holding on of that tumor inside your head, letting it eat your mind slowly, a voice call out faintly, but you know it's all in your head. You look at the clock to see it's strike 12AM, great, another sleepless night, you thought to yourself.
Having decided that keep laying on the bed will eventually lead to more thinking and crying followed, you get up since your stomach growled a bit, that's right, it's because you skipped dinner earlier, you told yourself. Thinking that getting something to settle your growling stomach might help settle your troubled mind too, at least for a few moments, you walked silently to the kitchen in the dim lights to prevent disturbing your parents, who are sleeping soundly in their bed.
"What the hell is this? This soup is at least a week old, ugh dad why..." you almost choked inside your throat at the look of it in the far back, just imagining the smell already make you feel like throwing up a little in your mouth. Let out a frustrated sign as the disgusting sight completely ruined your appettie, you just look around the fridge and grab a bottle/can of (F/D) before turning off the kitchen's light and head to the living room where you can catch some late night shows, hopefully. But nothing on the TV seems to spark up your interest so you just surfing through the chanels mindlessly, black and white images flashing before your eyes in the screen but your mind already wander somewhere far away.
"If you let it wander too long, you might never get it back" his voice echoed in your mind as you finished your drink and place it down the wooden coffee table in front of you. The TV screen still airing some silly shows, women in their powdered wigs, pretty makeup and puffy dress dancing with handsome men to what you assumed to be jazz, since you always have to mute the TV at this late hour, both your mom and dad are light sleepers, it's not a good idea to wake them up.
Snap.
You look at the direction of the kitchen, where the sound came from, must be a rat get caught in one of the traps your dad set around the place at night. Slowly turning on the light, there it was, the poor creature was stuck in the metal lever, and for a piece of rotten meat, no less. It squeaked for a few minutes before dying, blood oozing out from under the lever where it crushed the rat's belly, you look closely. Image flashing before your eyes, the blood, the smell of blood, the bitter, tangy taste of blood in your mouth nearly make you want to throw up your organs. Yet mesmerizing at the same time, blood make you scared, but everytime it flows out you would look at it before lapping it all up like a hungry kitten. Your eye follow the stream of blood from the trap running on the floor, a red river of life.
"Pain is beauty" you heard the faint voice whisper in your head as your eyes feasting on the gory sight but the sudden sound of thunder snapped you to reality, followed by the sound of water hitting the ground, faster and louder with every minute passed. You always love rain, you love the sound of rain, you love the cold air it brings along, you love the musky smell of dirt after it rains, you just love everything about the rain, you don't even mind if you get wet and catch a cold afterwards.
You always sleep better when it's rains too, how convenient.
"Time to get back to bed" you think to yourself, seeing it's almost 2AM. You were half mind wanted to stay up til morning, or til you're tired enough to sleep just after laying on bed, but the rain is like a treat to you and you didn't want to miss it. With that set, you finally head back to bed and in a few moments, mother nature's sweet lullaby of rain lull you to a more peaceful sleep. When you finally open your eyes, the sun is already shining through the curtains, printing a warm strip of light yellow just above your head.
Take a deep breath , you close your eyes for a few more minutes, relieved to remember that you got no school for today before get up slowly, flexing your arms and back with a satisfied moan. Running a hand through your messy (H/C) hair, you groaned in irritation because you hate that sometimes you just too lazy or tired to properly wash your hair as scheduled, leaving it greasy and itchy. So you grab the large towel before heading to the shower, the cold water hit your hair and face bring the invigorating sensation through your body, finally get rid of that itchy feeling on your scalp always feel so good, replacing by silky smooth hair once again.
Looking at the clock downstairs, it's already half past 9 in the morning but you couldn careless, you could care after you got into university, but not now. Thinking of which, you went out to check the mailbox and saw a dozen of envelopes in it, you hoped badly that one of these is the acceptance letter from the Medical school. Before the vacation to (F/D) you would check the mailbox everyday just to see if the letter have arrived, you have worried that somehow the letter might be lost, or ruined.
Bills, bills, bills, more bills.
You stopped through the bunch of envelopes when a particular one caught your eye, it was half red and half blue, in the back was a strange symbol, on the front was your name as the receiver, so you put it aside to see later. And then your heart skips a beat.
There it is
The letter
A/N: Don't be hesistant to put a review telling me what you think