Mireo

A New Place

Now I don't remember much of what happened after, but I remember feeling this excruciating pain in my entire body and feeling this strange sandy texture in my hands. I had never felt these things before, so it was quite a terrible experience.
I also vividly remember a distant roaring and rain pounding on my back as I heaved in the sand, accompanied by this horrible siren. I feel like that siren was built to instill fear in anyone who heard it.
Everything combined made my vision blur, causing me to collapse in the sand and black out completely.
The last thing I felt were cold hands wrapping around my arms.

I was unsure of who they belonged to as I dreamt, my creative mind tended to take advantage of any eventful opportunity and have me dream about it.
So I did.
I dreamt I woke up in the sand and the siren was sounding because they saw me coming. They were warning the other creatures of me because of danger.
I dreamt that magically they knew who I was, and they were scared of me and they wanted me gone.
I'm not dangerous…
Right?
Of course I'm not.

I opened my eyes from my dream to see a beautiful bedroom with dark oak and crimson red velvet accents. Dark wooden furniture and a vanity position directly across the room from the foot of the bed I awoke in. The warm sheets nearly distracted me before the pure excruciating pain set in. It felt like my limbs were on fire or hanging on by threads of tissue.
Aside from the fire-like burning and aches nearly blinding me again, I could make out a blurry figure…
They were quite tall and had dark hair from what I could make out. They were dressed in a strange layered black and white outfit.
Their head tilted sideways as they saw my eyes flutter open. I felt this strange burning sensation in the back of my throat as I gazed at them. They came over to the bed I lay in, their feet not making a sound as their face came into view. It was a man with dark wavy hair and bright green eyes.
“Hello.” I heard his voice whisper soothingly. “What is your name?” He spoke quietly, as if he was worried he would upset me.
I opened my mouth to speak… but I couldn't think.
What was my name??
Wait… I had a name?
What happened??
“i-... Hmph.” I could speak a proper response, and as soon as I made a sound, the aches were worse. It felt like hammers grinding into my joints, especially my head and left shoulder.
That burning sensation got worse as my eyes began to tear up.
What the hell is happening?
What are those?? Why are my eyes making salt water?
Why does this help??
My thoughts raced like the tears down my cheeks as I just stared at the man, vision blurred and unsteady.
Swaying back and forth, I just began to sob. The pain was unbearable, like nothing I had ever felt. Before I used to… wait, what was before this? Who AM I?
What the hell was going on?  Why did I feel like… like my body was on fire??
“Oh… you're crying?” His voice sounded through the barrier of pain as he gently held my arm. “Where does it hurt?”
All I could say was simply the word, "Everywhere."
He nodded in understanding, letting go and striding briskly out of the room, leaving me alone for a continuous moment. My frozen grimace of pure and agonizing pain never faltered. I curled up in a ball and wrapped my arms tightly around my legs, squeezing every muscle in my body in a shitty, last ditch effort to feel better. It made it way worse, but I didn't know why. I didn't remember anything, so maybe it was simply me forgetting how to heal.
But fuck.
This hurt.