The Cold

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher 2011

A chemical sting rises out of your chest and into your throat. A burning scalding feeling rushes throughout you're sinuses. You're eyes itch as if they were as dry as a desert and fall back into you're sick head. A ray of germs poor from your mouth with every breath you take. In and out, germs fly onto others making the spread of the cold faster and faster by the second.

For every young adult under the age of eighteen, they do not have the option of staying home, resting, and loading their bodies with Vitamin C, D, and protein to fight of the illness. They must drag their germ filled heads to school and take tests, while spreading the nasty virus to every other student they come in contact with. Those germs become worse and worse as they travel from student to student. Sufferers of all ages are faced with worse symptoms than the person who caught the bug in the first place.

I lay in bed on a Monday morning staring at my white ceiling. The piece and quiet gave me the comfort of midnight on the night sky. Nothing to bother me while I lay, conscious, on the soft magenta bed sheets. The alarm rang on my nightstand. I flung my arm over and hit the top button, snooze. Letting out a little moan as I forced myself to sit up, A sharp jagged pain splintered through the back of my head. It rolled into my throat, up into my nose, and fell back to my chest which whistled as I breathed in and out.

I stood up and the pain happened again. I thought that it would be easy to shake it off. I would just drink a little glass of water and I would be better. When I took that next step, an itch ran up my throat and I coughed loudly into the air. Oh no, I thought, it's the cold.