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"Our field of dreams,
engulfed in fire
Your arson's match,
your somber eyes
And I'll still see it until I die
You're the loss of my life."
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚
I am hit with a burst of fire.
I wake up.
Gasping, and everything crashes over me in an instant.
Everything comes, reappears.
I am very much alive, but oh, how I wish I weren't.
There's pain, but it's everywhere and nowhere. I can't locate it, can't fight it—only drown in it. My chest is collapsing; my head is buzzing like a siren. Something is sharp and cracking under my skin, but I can't tell where or how. And then it just... breaks.
The pain is ripping through me like I'm being torn apart from the inside. I don't know where I am; everything around me is glaring, sterile, too cold. But the agony—the deep, bruising ache that pulses through my body—is the only thing I recognize.
I feel pain, but I don't know where.
Everything is blurred, my surroundings, the voices, my mind, my whole system.
The world blurs in and out of focus. My head spins as I struggle to sit up, but the pain is like iron pressing down on my chest. My heart pounds, erratic and loud, and I claw at the sheets as if they're suffocating me. I don't even know where I am, but everything feels wrong.
There's something clawing at the edge of my mind, fragments of memory that slip through my fingers every time I try to grasp them. Every time I try to understand why is this happening to me.
Warner.
A gun.
Blood.
Guilt.
Regret.
Pain.
Too much pain.
A high, keening scream rips out of me before I even realize it, raw and sharp. I sound like an animal, wild and cornered, and the sound only fuels the terror roiling through me.
