1~ killing the brain on first stage

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All I remember is falling asleep, the current situation is falling or rising in an endless loop. My stomach aches, like its being torn out piece by piece.

I can feel the breeze gliding over my damp skin, something blocks my airways.

I cough, again, again and again. Spitting out the remains of something I can't put a name to.

Can I even put a name to anything.

The hairs on my arms slowly creep up, a chill runs amongst my spine. The wind rushing past my ears is making a loud drumming noise against my brain.

I felt nausea crippling on every organ in my body, slowly making its way up to my throat. It's final destination.

I hoped that my final destination would also arrive in the following minutes. I hoped.

hoped.

A sudden bolt jolted me upwards, followed by a hard metal clang. This made my senses come back to life.

I felt. I felt the stone cold squares of metal wire underneath my palms. A wind pushing down on them. I felt the swaying of my position mess with my stomach.

I heard. I heard the rummaging of steel. Things zooming past like they never had a chance to exist. Did I even have a chance to exist?

I smelled. I smelled rust, a strong scent of copper getting touched by water.

I tasted. I tasted the sourness of my saliva which now tended to enter my mouth in waves.

I saw. I saw nothing. Nothing but white bright lights flashing all around me. Like a celebrity in the middle of a circle of paparazzi.

What were the options I had now?

Not many. Some are pathetic, others are hopeless. Like me, oh how I longed back to the soft cushions of my bed.

How I longed to hear a soft breeze flow through my curtains from an opened window. I longed to feel soft and warm things like the duvet of my bed. I longed to see bright sun rays peacefully resting on things shadow couldn't reach. I longed to taste the after taste of a nice meal.

I was deep in thought, except I felt like I couldn't think. Couldn't remember on how to think. What did my room look like? Where was my room?

Who even am I?

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