Mariposa

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Mariposa

In the midst of complete and utter darkness, I can hear two distant men's voices echoing through the void. One of them has a smooth and sultry tone that makes my heart flutter, while the other is calm yet seductive, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. There used to be a gentle woman's voice too, like a calm summer breeze, but she has since faded away, leaving me alone in this abyss. She used to call me Mariposa, but now I can't hear her at all.

The voices are beautiful, but I can't match them to any faces, and I don't know why everything is dark. I only know my name, but I'm not sure which one is real - Sarah or Zoey? The uncertainty is making me crazy.

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I guess I owe you some sort of explanation, don't I? Well I don't have much of one. I know that I fought with someone, but my memory has a gap after that, the next thing I remember was a loud sound and a lot of pain. I only know my name (or the two options of what it could be) because the voices I remember have said them. The calm one called me Zoey, while the smooth one called me Sarah. Though, I am not sure why I was called two different names. Perhaps I was a mysterious woman with a double life, or maybe one is a strange nickname.

I am not sure of the answer, but the one name I know something of is 'mariposa.' I have vague memories of being called that name as a child. I can remember a young, Hispanic girl with silky black hair, and vibrant brown eyes, however hard that may be to imagine. I remember chasing butterflies with her, as she complained that we could not catch any. I can remember her tackling me to the ground in my flower dress, and when I asked her why, I can remember her replying with "Because you can be the mariposa I catch." I can only assume that it is Spanish for butterfly, considering the context and that she has also called me so in English.

It Is reasonable to believe she has the same voice as the gentle, muffled woman.
I have heard a few fragmented Spanish lullabies from her voice, but I have not heard any in a while. I am not sure how long I have been here, but I believe she has been gone for a fourth of my time in this state. Oddly enough, I feel a sense of grief due to her absence, though I am not sure why. I believe she may have been a close friend or a sister, yet I hesitate to officially lean one way or another. I do not wish to create a fictional life for myself, only for it to come crashing down when I am no longer in this state.

I am not sure who I am at all, as I have no memories of my own appearance, nor the sound of my own voice. I do not know my heritage or the appearance of my relatives. I have no recollection of how or when I came into this world, nor if my parents are my blood or if they are happily married. I do not know if I have a single mother, a single father, or neither. It is unknown if I was born into a wealthy family, or in poverty. I am completely adrift. I do not know if I will even have anyone waiting for my awakening. I only hope that I will not be stuck in this painfully silent darkness much longer.