Main character – Molly.
That's the second time in the last half-hour that damn phone rang! Doesn't anyone realize people are sleeping at this hour? Well everyone except for, me and I'm assuming Jack as well. Perhaps I should go see what's going on, but Jack is responsible he'd get me if anything was wrong. Plus getting up would be too painful. This headache is worse than a migraine, it feels like two freight trains going at top speeds have collided into one another, and it repeats over and over. I already took as much medicine as possible without risking some kind of over dose. But it seems like every time I take something the pain gets worse. If it weren't for the stupid phone I might be able to get sleep, which would the best thing in this situation.
I had this headache on and off for the past five days. Each day a little more unbearable then the one before. Never in my life have I felt pain like this before. Jack and Annie think the pain stopped. I only told them I had a headache the first day, they actually kept the noise level down and allowed me to get some rest; not that it did any good. On the second day I decided I'd ignore the headache and continue with my daily routine to see if that would help; it didn't. The third and fourth day were just more pretending, I thought I would die when Carey's guitar and amp accidentally let out that terrible high pitch feedback. If I make it through the night perhaps I'll try to make a doctor's appointment about this.
I'm now lying in bed looking at the TV with some guy selling a new and improved vegetable chopper, but I can't really see anything. Everything is just one big blur, all the colors bleeding into each other. Should I be concerned about this? I wonder while blinking my eyes several times, the colors start to come back. That's the second that has happened. The first time was earlier this evening while I was driving Annie to Jennifer's. Thank God it happened at a stop sign, I don't want to think of what might had occurred if we had been in the middle of traffic. I didn't tell Annie about it, I'm not sure. Why I haven't told anyone about the headache I'm not sure about that either. I suppose I'm afraid I'll sound like a baby complaining about a mesley old headache.
I hear the phone click down on the hook and Jack's footsteps for the second time come to the door. What in the world is he doing?! I slowly raise myself into a sitting position and open my mouth to call out his name to let him know he is allowed to come in. Suddenly I can't see anything at all not even badly mixed colors, its only black. A rush of dizziness comes over me and I feel myself falling forward until I am landing on the ground with a hard thud. I realize that the pain in my head has stopped, but I can't move. Something's wrong. Dear God what's going on!? I hear Jack pounding on the door and rattling the handle. Of all the nights I decide to lock the door it had to be now. Time seems to be moving slower than possible while I just lie on the floor unable to move or see, but able to hear my dear son try to rescue me. Then just has the door flies open and my hearing goes out like all the other senses.