oblivion(#wattys2015)

chapter 7: slumber

"Skylar? Skylar.... can you hear me...?" a sweet voice was speaking in my ear. It was melodious and harmonious, like a musical note. My eyes fluttered slightly as I felt aware of someone talking to me. I was Skylar.

My mouth twiched as I tried to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't frame my apparatus around the air to speak, I couldn't move. A worried but soft voice was cooing at me, it was so comforting I wanted to go back into the deep hole I had been. To go back in a place where I can't feel time passing or even a thing as little as the fact that I exist.

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Faces flashed across my mind, faces I have and haven't seen, but I recognised each of them. Skylar, my twin sister, my mom, my dad, biological dad. Then it struck me, I never questioned the fact if that vision was authentic. But then it was like a memory. It wasn't a movie or a presentation, it was a figment of memory from my mind. It wasn't imagination, it was my forgotten past. I knew the people I called my parents were not my biological parents. But who were and where were they?

My head ached at the intensity of my thoughts, a thousand questions raced around my head like a herd of sheep let loose inside a closed space.

I gave up thinking, let myself loose, or at least tried.

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"She's fidgeting alot...." the voices were getting more clearer. My head burned with the intensity of having to hear anything. The worry in my sister's voice set me on edge.

"Ayberk, she's panicking. She's had a lot to deal with. Traumatised maybe. She's shook." A female voice. Were they talking about me?

"We need to know about her... more about her past.. what she's been doing since Smith and Martha.." it was Ayberk maybe, but I couldn't be sure. Smith and Martha, were my parents, pretend parents. Their names sent this cold dead feeling through my heart. They were my parents, they took care of me. They were there and my real parents weren't.

"Why did they leave her?" Alex. He sounded more worried than I would like him to be. It didn't help my heart either. They died, I mentally said to everyone. On died, I choked, and coughed violently.

"They died.." I heard myself say,only it was my sister that said it, as if she's heard my thought. Skylar? I thought. I had this strange feeling I could communicate with her. This time, I directed my thoughts to her, not everybody.

"Sis...?" She asked me, like she felt it in the air that I needed something.

"What's wrong?" Ayberk. "Delilah,now.." footsteps walked away from me, fading away in the silence. It was almost eery and tense and it felt like a protective shield around me was being attacked. I mentally tried to hold it in place. Whoever was attacking was throwing spears at it, it was going to collapse attacking by moment. With a wild elastic retraction, it shattered.

I knew my sister was eager to know what was wrong with me. She wanted to know what I wanted to say. This is how she must be "hearing" me. Not by hearing me, by getting a gut feeling, like I was getting right now, a feeling in my bones.

My head hurt, I though at her, and then I felt it, her shield dissolving around my thoughts as my words penetrated through it. It had allowed my words to go through, like she had become more and more accostomed. She had allowed my words entry. Her shield had recognised my voice.

"Uhh, Ayberk, maybe she's in pain.... maybe it hurts... she's fidgeting... maybe you could put her to sleep..." her voice was full of plea. It was comforting to me, like she was trying to comfort me.