After the accident, Aura has to learn to live again... despite all the changes. Ever single one of her senses evolved... changed to a unknown point of strangeness. Her story would never be simple again, and the small hope she once had seemed to vani...
I fell in what appeared to be a never-ending pit. I felt my hair flying above my head, my heart squeezed in my throat and I almost vomit. If it was just the fall, I could get my bearings and calm down, but I was swirling in this infinite typhoon, toward depts that had never been explored before.
What did it mean? That I was coming back to my body? After all this time in this accursed white room, I was now in absolute darkness. As if I was crashing down to the ground, an unbearable pain sprang from my coccyx, up to my neck, following my spine like a shattering choc wave. The ache lodged itself at the base of my skull, made my sinuses explode and my ears buzz.
I was frozen like this for a minute, an hour, a day? My hands were shaking and I couldn't control it. My head was dangerously spinning and I felt like I'd pass out, like my heart was beating backwards. If I was not dead, maybe that was what death looks like. Maybe I was almost there. One more step, and I'd join him.
When I managed to control my frantic breathing a little bit, I allowed my hands to touch around, to try and locate myself, since I could not open my eyes to keep the vertigo in check. I could feel something squared in front of me, big enough so I could straighten up. Putting both my hands on it, I realize it was quite sturdy and it could support me. So, in a last effort, I used my arm strength to pull myself upward and I sat on the box-shaped thing.
After another eternity, I was sitting, massaging my legs to get sensations back into them, breathing normally to calm my head that was making to entire universe spin. I did not want to open my eyes, in fear it would confirm I was, once again, in an unknown place from which I could not escape.
Why didn't death take me already? Hadn't she played enough? Hadn't I answered all of her questions? I could not bear to be straddled between two worlds anymore. Could she decide already? At last, couldn't she drag me in the infinite of the darkness, or let me roam in the seedy, colorless world of man.
What did I want, though? That death would pick for me? Was it the last question she was asking me?
What would I pick?
November 12th, 2012, after the accident.
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June 22, 2012. My dreams are interrupted somewhere in the middle of the night. How do I know? I had vaguely heard mom get home from work around 11 PM, and after, it was simply too intense to be forgotten. It was as I got up to greet her that I realized it was, in fact, around 2 PM and I was wearing a dress. A long dress that got down below my knees; it was a little darker than a baby blue. The color of his eyes. My new favorite color.
- Aura, darling, mom said, lightly knocking at my door. Your carriage will be here soon. Are you ready?
