Cowered

I've lain in bed for the past hour or so, semi-dreaming of my results which arrived via text message this morning. I'd had a vision that I passed everything, but didn't get anything more than a C except for French. Not wholly unpleasant, but not exactly great either. Then I subconsciously tried to imagine if I failed anything but without success.

When I got up, I went to charge my phone which had died--I heard it beep in my semi-awake state--and the message came in with a bunch of other messages. All I did was cover its contents, and quickly open and close it without looking, so that my phone would stop alerting me to its ominous presence. I'm really frightened. No matter how much I try to steel my nerves, I don't think I'll ever be ready. How do you prepare for what could potentially be the end of life as you know it? The message is like Pandora's box for me, except that I must open mine because all that is left behind is hope.

I pray that nought was in vain.