He was staring at his own hands in disbelieve. Three days! Three days everything he was touching in the flat was falling apart. He had no glasses anymore and was swallowing from the tab like an animal. He was trying not to think about the jamb of the door which supposedly had to withstand an earthquake, and yet he displaced it with a brush of his shoulder. He was not been out for days because the strain not to push people on the street was exhausting him to death.

 

What he experienced terrified him, but there was no one he could talk to. Through the years he repulsed everybody with rudeness, vulgarity and mind games, everybody that ever care about him.

 

The dream was real, so real. “Break one more thing and I will come for you.” Monstrous face, a demonic mask of cruelty and mercilessness. His sheets were soaking wet. Never in his life, he felt such paralyzing fear. Tears were rolling over his bearded cheeks. His muscles, huge like melons, were aching by the effort to be gentle and caring.

He sat on the bed and leaned forward with closed eyes, but he could see the lightning through his eyelids. Horrible weather, tonight. The squeaking of the bed was driving him crazy, so crazy, that he covered his ears with his huge hands and started shouting until he felt he was suffocating, but he could still hear it. What was that? Was there a bee in the flat on the top of it? Oh, there it was, struggling against the glass of the window. He could not be bothered on the top of his other irritations and with a bee.

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He wobbled to the mirror and stared at himself. He saw the face of a man, who crashed countless bones of helpless animals, enjoying every sound indicating agony and death. The bee kept going, hurting his ears. Maybe it was a good idea to let it out. He stroked his hair and a lock of it remained in his hand. He stared in disbelieve.  The buzzing was going louder, reminiscent of drilling.  God, please, let all this be a dream. The flickering lightbulb caught his attention. The last thing he needed now was darkness.

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Maybe some music was going to change everything. He grabbed his phone. His clumsy fingers were running over the crashed screen in panic, opening app after app, when all he wanted was YouTube. The continuous scream made him jump. He tried to close the app that was producing the disturbing sound but it took ages. That stupid phone, maybe he did not need this useless piece of shit. He was alone in this world, absolutely alone. All he had was a little money in the bank, and this flat in the rickety building, at the moment claustrophobic, and yet impossible to leave. The weather. Because of the horrible weather. He struggled to the mirror again. Pressing his cheek to the cold surface, his body shook. “I am sorry, I am sorry, please let this stop.” The glass, the glass cracked. “He jumped backwards.

 “I am so sorry!”

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The swinging bulb was the only thing that was offering some relief through this strange night, third in a row. The perspective to sit here alone in the dark was petrifying.

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The grumpy hissing of the boiling water startled him. He forgot he put the kettle on. He needed that tea. What else was on in the flat. The microwave. And then, in front of his disbelieving eyes, the countdown turned into a chaos of numbers and stopped at zero. Beep, beep.

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Gra, gra. What the hell. What kind of crow flies in this rain. He could not think straight anymore, not with all those noises. 

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He forced his face into a grin. This was total bullshit, man, total bullshit.  He stretched his muscles, trying to relax. The bee, stupid crow, dreams, and he lost his shit, oh how he wished to crush the neck of that stupid bird. He sang, insecurely, it was horrible to listen to his own course voice, while the bee continued to look for an escape. What if he let it go, or was he about to be stung.

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Ok, let’s open the window. What was that light? He opened the window and the bee flew away. What was that light? Helicopter, plain crushing? It was growing and growing with a thunderous warning sound. Then he felt the whole house shaking. Then agonizing pain and he turned into nothing.

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The ambulance arrived at the scene almost immediately.

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“Have you ever seen something like this?

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“No, I have only heard of people killed by ball lightning. It is horrible.”

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“Can you do something for him?” the neighbours were not particularly shaken.

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The paramedic looked over his shoulder.

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“It was too late.” Answered the guy and stared at the dark, beautiful night.