I could remember the sounds of applause. The cheering and the laughter.
It was replaced by the sounds of gunshot. The screaming and the crying.
Then there was nothing. Complete silence.
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. I could feel the mattress beneath my skin, and the soft pounding of the headache that had attacked me as soon as I opened my eyes. I took another moment to take in my surroundings, my breathing still deep as if I were still asleep. I don’t know why I felt the need to hide my awakening, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like instinct almost. Where it had come from I don’t know…but it was there. I wasn’t about to fight it.
I listened for a moment longer. I waited for another heartbeat or two. Finally I decided that I was alone. Completely alone.
That brought what felt like a stab to my chest, causing me to unconsciously reach a hand out to press against it. My hand came into contact with a soft cloth-like material. Bandages to be exact, as I looked down to see it wrapped securely about my entire chest.
When had that happened? How had it happened? Why couldn’t I remember?
I frowned and slowly brought myself up into sitting position, wincing as I did so. My arm was wrapped too. I had put too much pressure on it. It didn’t seem to be bleeding though, so I should be okay. I did feel a little dizzy, but I knew I had to get up. I had to know.
Slowly, I got out of the bed and took a moment to steady myself. Then I glanced about once more, until I spotted the clothes hung on the back of a chair. They looked – no. They felt familiar.
When I was finally dressed, I made my way slowly towards the door leading out of this room. When I reached it however, I found myself hesitating, thinking whether or not I really wanted to leave this place… and its uncertainty. Perhaps not knowing would be better. Perhaps this peace of uncertainty is what my mind sought after when it chose to forget… everything. Perhaps this is what I really wanted…
The choice was taken out of my hands however, as the door suddenly sprang open. I didn’t even have time to register the sound of the footsteps as it approached before I was faced with another. Standing before the sun now shining through my doorway, his golden hair reminded me of an angel. The last angel I would ever see as the silence was shattered. As the uncertainty was shattered.
As I remembered.
My pain…
My past…
My name...
And him.
 D i c h o t i c · Mon Jul 07, 2008 @ 04:54am · 0 Comments |
