Shrieks
Watching over the giant windows, two birds racing along the Cross at the tip of the church. One moving past another,’May be they are having a fight’ she thought. That was her earliest memory after she woke up at the hospital bed. Startled! Couldn't move an inch, searching for a voice. Amid all the strength she could not gather a word. She could drown, she was suffocated, and each breathes seemed like a struggle to inhale. The birds flying unusually, still making uncertain movements. One of them could make it to the tip of the cross, while the other lashed out of anger and shrieked through the window and collided on the bed to reach out to her struggling mere voices. She woke up with a thud and screamed out of discomposure. Not because she was terrified, she made sure she did not lose her voice. Later that night she could not fall asleep. She tried, but she failed. The morning as she was getting ready, she could not get over the nightmare. She put her make up on, slipped in...