Nightmare: A Very Short Story

"Oh but the place is filled with the sweetest memories..
memories so sweet that I cry..
Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad..
I just wanna give up and lay down and die.."

Home of The Blues - Johnny Cash

I was standing there with a silly nametag. Name tag which was made in a square cardboard, and had to look like "a half" of England flag. I was not alone. I was there with more than two hundred people whose nametag were similar with mine. I was holding a box. A little box that I had made yesterday night. I was told by my senior to make anything using England attribute. And the material should be secondhand things. I could not think anything creative. So I just took two boxes of empty tea. Cutting it here and there. Covering it with blue, white, and red cardboard. And.. I was holding it. A box with England flag on top. Honestly, I was not listening to whatever my senior standing in front of me was saying at that time. Although he had brought a loudspeaker in his mouth. There was something more attractive than his speech.

A black, red, and yellow ribbon twisting on new German students' head. I was wearing that ribbon on my head at that time. Those.. those people who were wearing it now are my friends. Their nametag was the shape of heart. Then I bowed to see my nametag. It was a square. A square.. Then I put my hand on my head. I touched it to make sure that I was wearing that ribbon. A moment later, I realized. I was wearing anything but nothing. I saw they made a line and went. I asked myself why don't they go with me?

"Hey, hey, you!" someone was shaking my shoulder. My senior. "Come on, you have to walk, we're walking to our faculty. Come on, hurry up!" instructed him.
I tried to see the new German students. They were getting out of my sight. Once more I questioned myself. Why am I here? I should be there! I should be there with them! I'm not an English student! I'm not!!
"Please tell me it's only a nightmare!" I screamed while I was walking. The more-than-two-hundred new English students stared at me. My senior took me out of the line.
"What's wrong with you?" asked him angrily.
"You're not true!"
"What are you talking about??" the tone of his voice increased.
The tears streamed down my face.
"Tell me that you're just a part of this nightmare! Tell me, tell--"
"Stop what you're saying!" said him. His right hand slapped my left cheek.
It hurt.


Dank an:
- Allah Swt.
- English Writing Community for yesterday's weekly meeting :) keep inspiring! :))