Lost Memories

Part 3; Chapter 7 - Shadow Sabre

(TW-- Derealization)

=Sabre's POV=

"Sabre."

"what.."

"Sabre."

"what..."

"Sabre."

"what.."

The voice continued to repeat itself as I continued to mumble back to it over and over again. I couldn't see anything in this inky blackness, nor feel, smell, or even taste anything. All I could do was hear, and respond.

I didn't feel any breath in my lungs. I couldn't even feel my body. I didn't even know if I was attached to it. I was just a voice in the pit of nothingness. I could barely even think.

"Sabre."

I just groaned this time, not even forming any words. I was tired of this. 

"Sabre."

"JUST SHUT UP!!"

Everything went quiet. I waited for the voice to continue, but it didn't. I began to grow nervous. "Hello..?" I called. It never responded. "No, w-wait, I'm sorry, come back!" I called. No response. I began to panic as I felt a sudden pain. My thoughts panged louder and louder inside of my head as I cried out for the voice, my only sense of comfort, to come back. "HELP ME!!" I cried, feeling returning to my left arm as I reached out, trying to grab for something, anything, to hold on to.

Spiraling.

Falling.

"HELP!!" I cried again. "COME BACK!!!" 

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing?

My body slammed into the floor, my head spinning as I lost my suddenly returned breath. My body ached as I lied there, trying to regain any sense of self I had left. "Breathe, Sabre." I remembered Shark telling me. I took a shallow breath, then let it out. My chest rose and fell as each breath grew larger, eventually to a healthy, natural amount. The pain soon subsided from my body. I was now strangely comfortable in this dark, unnatural space.

I reached out my left arm again, staring at the grey substance on my hand. "What the heck are you..." I mumbled to it. I dropped my arm again, placing both hands across my chest. "Conscience..? Are you there..?" I called out. Maybe the voice, which called itself my consciousness, would come back. 

"Maybe I should give you a name. Can you show up in a visible form?" I asked. Silence. I sighed. "Listen.. I know you're probably mad at me.. for telling you to shut up, and I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.."

A good few minutes passed before I sat up. There was no response at all. I sighed. "I'm sorry.." I mumbled, looking down. "So am I."

My head shot up, seeing.. myself. Well, it looked like me. They stood there silently, their skin a soft grey, their shoulder length dark grey hair all raggedy and messy. They wore torn up jeans and a patchy hoodie, both colored black. They had their own blindfold, which was concealing their own eyes.

I stared for a moment. "So you're my conscience, huh?" I wondered to them. They nodded, walking over silently. They sat with me. "Heh.. you look like a little shadow.." I mumbled. "Little-? W-we're the same height-!" They scowled. I chuckled a bit. "And to think I was scared of you.."

My conscience stared at whatever invisible force we were sitting on. It honestly felt like some sort of squishy foam. Like the stuff those funny cube things at trampoline parks are made of...

"What should I call you anyways? I'm not gonna be calling you conscience." I told them. They stared at me. "That's.. not really my choice.. I can only offer suggestions" They stated. "How about Shadow? Cause you look like a shadowy version of me." I suggested. They looked interested. "Okay then.."

"Shadow!" I cheered, smiling. They looked.. awkward, to say the least. They're definitely not my conscience. "Sabre.." They mumbled unenthusiastically.

"Now, can I wake up? I feel emotionally drained :D" I asked. Shadow simply nodded, and everything went black.