I sat in front of my organ, my fingers poised and ready to play one
of my pieces but unable to do so. I cleared my throat and cracked my neck
then forced myself to play. I made several mistakes, but kept playing
anyway. I soon grew far too frustrated and jumped up. I grabbed a vase from
a shelf and threw it at the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash. I
stomped over to my divan and threw myself onto it, my cloak falling gently
around me. I placed my arm over my eyes. I laid there seething for a while
trying to calm my frantically beating heart. Suddenly, my head felt as
though it were going to split open.
I rolled off the divan and screamed in pain. I rubbed furiously at my temples, trying to ease the pain. I yelled out the first name that came to mind.
"Christine!" I waited, knowing she would come to me. Then it hit me. In all my agony I had forgotten that she was no longer here. I grimaced as another wave of pain caused me to collapse in a heap on the floor. "Daroga!" I yelled. I clamped my head between my arms and huddled into a ball. I had just recently begun to experience such severe headaches. The first one came two days after Christine, my Angel, left me for him. "Oh, God!" I screamed. The pain was unbearable. I pushed myself off the floor and stumbled into my bathroom. The pain made me sick to my stomach. I coughed, the sickening taste in my mouth only making my suffering worse.
I staggered out of the bathroom and began to walk slowly towards my bedroom. I didn't make it. Halfway there, I fell, my head still throbbing in a blinding pain, and I could not get up. I closed my eyes, praying for mercy or death. Suddenly I felt someone pull me up off the floor.
"Erik! Erik, what in Allah's name is wrong with you?!" the Daroga's voice made me open my eyes.
"Nadir," I whispered. "Thank God. "
"Is it your heart Erik?" he asked quickly.
"No. no, m-my head," I moaned. I was somewhat ashamed to notice there were tears running down my face. Another flare of pain rushed through my head, and I gripped the Daroga's arm tightly as I screamed. He wrapped my arm around his neck and helped me into my bedroom. I collapsed onto the bed, and more tears of anguish poured down my face.
"I'll be right back Erik," the Daroga told me and ran out of the room. He came back moments later and helped me sit up. "Drink this," he ordered. I took the glass he offered me with a shaky hand and lifted it to my lips. I drank the liquid and fell back onto my pillows. Almost immediately I felt the pain clearing away. The Daroga sat on my bed and watched me. I remained silent for a few moments, and then I spoke.
"Go find her Nadir," I commanded.
"What?" he asked.
"Go find her," I repeated.
"Christine?"
"Yes, Christine. Go now!" I yelled.
"But Erik-"
"Now!" I screamed. He jumped off the bed and hurried out of my room. I closed my eyes and smiled. I would be seeing my angel very soon, and this time I would not let her out of my sight.
I rolled off the divan and screamed in pain. I rubbed furiously at my temples, trying to ease the pain. I yelled out the first name that came to mind.
"Christine!" I waited, knowing she would come to me. Then it hit me. In all my agony I had forgotten that she was no longer here. I grimaced as another wave of pain caused me to collapse in a heap on the floor. "Daroga!" I yelled. I clamped my head between my arms and huddled into a ball. I had just recently begun to experience such severe headaches. The first one came two days after Christine, my Angel, left me for him. "Oh, God!" I screamed. The pain was unbearable. I pushed myself off the floor and stumbled into my bathroom. The pain made me sick to my stomach. I coughed, the sickening taste in my mouth only making my suffering worse.
I staggered out of the bathroom and began to walk slowly towards my bedroom. I didn't make it. Halfway there, I fell, my head still throbbing in a blinding pain, and I could not get up. I closed my eyes, praying for mercy or death. Suddenly I felt someone pull me up off the floor.
"Erik! Erik, what in Allah's name is wrong with you?!" the Daroga's voice made me open my eyes.
"Nadir," I whispered. "Thank God. "
"Is it your heart Erik?" he asked quickly.
"No. no, m-my head," I moaned. I was somewhat ashamed to notice there were tears running down my face. Another flare of pain rushed through my head, and I gripped the Daroga's arm tightly as I screamed. He wrapped my arm around his neck and helped me into my bedroom. I collapsed onto the bed, and more tears of anguish poured down my face.
"I'll be right back Erik," the Daroga told me and ran out of the room. He came back moments later and helped me sit up. "Drink this," he ordered. I took the glass he offered me with a shaky hand and lifted it to my lips. I drank the liquid and fell back onto my pillows. Almost immediately I felt the pain clearing away. The Daroga sat on my bed and watched me. I remained silent for a few moments, and then I spoke.
"Go find her Nadir," I commanded.
"What?" he asked.
"Go find her," I repeated.
"Christine?"
"Yes, Christine. Go now!" I yelled.
"But Erik-"
"Now!" I screamed. He jumped off the bed and hurried out of my room. I closed my eyes and smiled. I would be seeing my angel very soon, and this time I would not let her out of my sight.