Migraine

Every time I get a migraine, I know someone is going to die.

I know how that sounds, but I swear to you, it's true.

It happened again the other day. I walked out of the coffeeshop, macchiato in hand. Hurrying, because my train was already there. The woman in the pink silk scarf jostled against me. As soon as it happened, the headache hit me in a flash.

Headache is a weak word. It's agony.

The more it hurts initially, the sooner it's going to happen. Once, it lasted weeks. Don't hate me, but even when it didn't last that long, I've willed for them to die. Just to make it stop. I'm not a bad person; that's just how intense it is.

This one was really bad immediately, but no matter: it always gets worse, and builds to an unbearable crescendo. I'll vomit. I'll cry. I'll be unable to tolerate light. I've blacked out from the pain. I've lost my sight completely. I've wished to die.

Sometime shortly after it's got so bad I'm in bed in the dark, whimpering... I start seeing them. I watch their death on a loop, a hideous video inside my head. I can't escape. It's always horrible. A violent end; an attack or a gruesome accident.

If I saw that vision in the brief moment of contact, could I tell them? Would they believe me? Think me crazy? If they listened, would it help? I mean, yes, it'd help them. But would it help me? Or would I still suffer until they died? What if, thanks to me, they lived for decades...? Might my skull actually explode? It feels like it.

Another thing that makes the initial pain worse, is skin contact. The weather has been so warm, I couldn't wear gloves like I normally would. So the initial flash of pain was really awful, and I knew it was only going to get ten times, twenty times worse. I almost burst into tears on the spot.

So you see, Doctor, that's why I pushed her in front of the train.

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Word count: (excluding author's note): 366

Submitted on: 24th May at 22.50

*Quick Author's Note*

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The story behind the story: I think, at their worst, migraines are so bad that if you could hit a button to make it stop, knowing someone (some random person you don't know) would die, you would.

Thank you

Thank you again, most especially if you are one of the wonderful people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you very much indeed! 😁

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