The Wood

1.Impact

I blink repeatedly. The lights are too bright and my eyes try to open. They won't stay open. They won't stay closed. I feel as if I have just fallen down, but I'm floating. The world is spinning. I don't know the date or time. But, I don't think I want to know. I roll over and my face instantly hits dirt. My hands and feet are cold, my pants are ripped, my shirt is wet, and my hair is dirty. I don't remember anything. I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am. All I know is that I feel lifeless, I feel weightless. I don't feel cold, but I know I am. I can see myself laying on the floor although I am not moving. Everything is lifeless. Dull. Dim. Black and White. I stand up, but I feel like I'm hovering. As if I were a cloud that was looking down on everyone and everything from a birdseye view. I looked around. Trees. Tall redwood trees. Fresh air. No cars in sight, but a road. I climbed onto the road. I heard a noise. I quickly turned my head, and saw lights. It was too late to run. Impact. I flew off the road. It hurt, but I didn't scream. I didn't cry I couldn't talk. My eyes fogged up. The last thing I saw was a figure standing over me on the phone. I don't know what they were saying, I didn't understand. I thought this would be the last time my eyes would be open. But, it wasn't.