What's happening to me ?

Why is my head stinging like hell? Like someone's hammering nails in my head.

While I am experiencing this all, something breaks in my room, something made up of glass.

I get it because of the breaking sound ----- SHATTERING....

SOMETHING SHATTERING TO PIECES....... 

I get up to shut the window because the blowing wind broke my favorite vase, in which I kept my favorite flowers------ BLACK ROSES..... 

Well, it's okay, I'll definitely buy a new one. 

After doing what I stood up for, I resumed the chore I was doing. Then suddenly I felt like someone's knocking on the door.

The door of my room...... !

Ahhh !!!! This pain !!!!

'WHO IS IT ?' I asked. No reply.

The only sound in the room was of the clock ticking, which felt like the sound's going to pierce my ears and brain.

AHHH !

Then I experienced something, something strange, something that I've never experienced or felt before, .........

The clock's ticking grew fast. 

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, .................

So did the knocking on the door, .......

KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK , .............

"Who's there ?"  I ask again. Still no one replied.

The knocking didn't stop, it proceeded.

"WHO'S AT THE DOOR ? 

MATILDA? MARGARET ? 

ARE YOU THERE" ? I ask. 

NO ONE REPLIED. WELL NOW I'M ANGRY....

AHHH!!!! THE PAIN !!!!! 

OH MY GOD. It feels like I have nociceptors in my brain. 

OH NO ! AHHH !!! 

My headache's getting worse.

THE KNOCKING CONTINUES......

"WHO IS IT ?" I SAID FIERCELY. 

Infuriated by all of this, I get up to open the door.

 Coming.....

"DON'T YOU DARE TO BANG THAT DOOR AGAIN". I say. 

Ouch ! , I stepped on the broken glass, not of the vase but of the mirror I broke an hour ago. I go, open the door with my foot dripping blood on the floor.

Who's it ? 

HUH !!! I Gasped.

I think I know you, or I don't. Perhaps I'm mistaken.

Who are you ? 

What are you doing here ? 

And then, it was, when I realized ....

"IT WAS ME ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AS WELL".