My dark side

I pulled my head out from under the cover and looked out with one eye. The sun had not yet set. I have to wait a little more.

I live my days in the dark under the blanket. Life here, under the blanket is very special. I eat there, I sleep here, I read books, I watch movies and I make friends with people through social media.

People under the blanket they always see me half dark. They do not know that I have another half.

I'm not a vampire, I'm just allergic to the sunlight.

I have been told that when I was born on a very dark night. The next day, when my parents wanted to take me home from the hospital, the sunlight that had hit me had quickly made my skin swollen and purple. I got had severe urticarial and I could hardly breathe. I was about to die. They have found that I have a severe allergy to sunlight and I should never be exposed to light.

My mother was terrified that she would lose her baby, thus my night life has started from the second day of my birth.

Although my mother is not allergic but she lives like me. She is now accustomed to live same as I. I even think she enjoys this kind of life.

My father abandon both of us very soon, he got tired of us.

He knew that my mother was not allergic and just assumed due to accompany my sickness,

I take another look. The sun is going to set by ten minutes and I could get out from my blanket.

I had placed two pillars under my duvet so that I could have enough space to live there.

Our house is mostly in darkness, black walls, thick and black curtains with black furniture.

our life is upside down. When the sun goes down, my mother and I start working hard and fast. We clean the house, put garbage outside, bring home the groceries that we had ordered earlier during the day and they were placed outside the door. We water the garden. Check the mailbox. Pay the bills and we prepare food that we need for next day under the duvet.

My mother and I walk over the night at like two wandering ghost. We don't talk together that much, although we are interdependent, we live completely independently of each other. We both know what we want out from our life, because we don’t want anything.

I'm usually under the blanket with my phone. She is under her blankets with a bunch of magazines and books. She does not like modern technologies at all, I think she is the last survivor of her generation. The generation who used to touch real world than virtual one. She enjoys paper version of everything. She even touches the leaves of indoor plants while I enjoy seeing plants in the virtual world.

I recently noticed that she is getting older and curvier than ever. Although her face skin has not seen the sun for a long time, but it is wrinkled and has a certain jaundice.

It seems she is never in mood when she is with me.

I think that she does the same thing that my father did to me, she just stayed with me as per her maternal instinct, but she hates me. She does not bother me and just is in charge of her own work. We live together in peace, because we both ignore each other. Especially her.

Tonight, surprisingly she did not come out from her blanket. I wait a little more and then went to her room. I took the blanket from her head. Her face was warm and red. She had fever. I was very scared. Fear of loneliness came over me again.

I called the emergency for her. Paramedics arrived quickly.

They wanted to take her to hospital, but she did not want to go with them. She said them that she is allergic to sunlight and cannot spend anytime outside of her house, even in hospitals.

I tried to convince her that she is wrong but as always she got mad at me and shouted and kicked the paramedics out of the house.

She always does this. She refuses to go to the hospital for treatment, an unknown disease has taken over his whole being. A disease that she does not allow to be diagnosed. She is fearing that she would die in hospital, but not because of disease but because of sunlight.

That night she vomited until morning. Whatever I insisted on, she did not agree to be hospitalized. I should have sent her to the hospital in the morning, but she angrily drove me away.

I was frustrating, because she really needed to be hospitalized.

I yelled: “why are you imitating me? You are a healthy person”

She said: “no, I don’t. If I was healthy, your father would not leave me” and then cried and sobbed loudly. I felt pity for her.

I put my hand on his shoulder and said: “he left us because he could not prove to you that you are healthy.”

She started crying and, like all these years, her crying sound echoed in the house.

I could not bear the sound of her cries because whenever she started crying, she would not be stopped anymore.

I did my chores, I made soup for her and put it beside of her blanket which she could reach out and pick it up.

Finally, I crawled under the blanket before the sun rose.

The rest of the day I was there as usual, I called my mother several times but her phone did not answer

It was not the first time she did not answer, saying she did not like calling.

I was worried. I was waiting for the sun to set so that I could go to see her. I had to find out how she’s been. It seemed this day did not want to end. After the sunset, I quickly jumped out from my cover and ran to her room. The food I had made had remained untouched.

I pulled her blanket aside. I touched her face. her body was cold and hard like a rock. I pulled her out from under the blanket like a corpse. I sat there until morning and looked at her.

I could not believe that anyone would die of the illusion of disease and does this with her life.

I called Paramedics in the morning. They came and took her body. I came out of the house with them with tearful eyes to convey my mom. I did this intentionally and came to sunlight because I wanted to die too. I did not want to continue my life like this anymore. I was excused. What could I do without her? Why should I be alive when I can’t enjoy my life”

The sun shone on me and caressed my skin. The sun seemed to want to tell me that it is not my enemy.

The heat of the sun penetrated deep into my soul and gave me ecstatic pleasure.

I was worried and ready to be die, but nothing happened. I could not believe it. My body did not show any bad reaction, my skin did not swell, it did not turn purple and I did not die.

I was shocked. I returned home stunned. I crawled in the dark again and thought to my life which was wasted under the shadow of illness and darkness. I thought to myself that I have been dead for years, from the day I was born or from the day I was misdiagnosed.