Genie Talks, Chapter 3
I’m Sick. And I Hate It.
I’m sick. And it’s depressing. What’s worse, it brings out all the horrifying memories that I’ve put behind. Ah, I don’t think this story is for the weak-hearted. So you better stop now and check out your Instagram page or binge on Netflix like my food-giver does.
You’re still here? You want me to continue? Alright, I will.
As I said, I’m sick. I don’t know the cause of it but I dislike it. I’ve been pooping and throwing up continuously. And I’m too weak to even get up and walk till the newspaper loo they’ve put out for me. It’s sick and I’m disgusted with myself. With all of this running on my body and mind, I’m also haunted by nightmarish memories. It all goes back to one day that changed my life forever.
The memory is all scattered in fragments. But I do remember playing with my siblings in the dirt that accumulates with every passing vehicle on the highway. The rest is a little blur. I don’t know what hit us. We were all there together, but then it was either a truck or a bus or it could have been a car. My little siblings were crushed and mom was nowhere to be seen.
I fell sick immediately. I was a witness to everything at once: the loud traffic noise, the bloody red scattered on the road and my pulsing heartbeat. I wanted to rush to my brothers, I wanted to see what was wrong and why they lay so lifeless. Well, now I know. And it still sickens me. And just as I was wandering, I was picked up by a random stranger. I howled and yelped as loudly as I could. But nope, this stranger wouldn’t put me down. And the next thing I know, I’m travelling in a bag. I’m confused and shocked by the trauma until I finally reach home.
It’s been a different story since then. I have my food-giver and her pack with me. But just falling sick gushes back these memories. It’s sad and horrifying. But I must admit, falling sick has some perks. Take for instance the usual conversation with my food giver about my poop:
FG: GENIE! WHY ARE YOU POOPING HERE? CAN’T YOU GO OUT?
Me: Let me explain, let me explai-
FG: WHACK!
And now, it’s quite different. My gut was wrenching and I was going to puke. And the conversation was something like this:
FG: Awe, my poor boy. It’s okay, I got you.
Me: *wrenching and preparing myself to puke*
FG: *pats my back* It’s okay, It’s okay.
She actually patted my back! Unbelievable! It looks like falling sick may not be that bad at all, as long as I have my pack to watch my back!
