Remember

[4] After

There was no day. There was no night. There was just darkness. Pitch black was all you could see.

Well, now that she though about it, she couldn't really see anything. For all she knew, her eyes could just be closed, and she could be staring at her eyelids.

What she heard? That was something different then what she saw.

Faint voices. She wasn't even sure that they even were even voices at all. That's what she thought going on though.

They were so faint at times, it's like she couldn't hear them at all, like she was imagining it. But at other times, it was incredibly loud. So loud that she felt as if she were about to go deaf at some point. But she could never get the voices to be at a medium volume. She couldn't decipher what they were saying, or talking about.

But what she was sure of, was that it wasn't just one voice, or different voices at different times. It was more than one voice. Normally it would be a woman's and a man's, or two women, or two men, or what sounded to be a single man. That was the voice that she heard most often. Whether she heard it alone or with other voices, that voice of a man was always there. Or was it a boy? She couldn't be sure anything in this black oblivion.

For the millionth time, Brooklyn tried to get some sort of feeling to reach her body parts, assuming that she still had them intact, that is.

But still, no feeling, no movement, and no senses of what was happening to her or what was going on or who she was. Brooklyn still couldn't identify herself or anything else while she was floating into nothingness.

Her taste of the horrid liquid that had once occupied her mouth was gone. The noises were faint, and loud. The volume of them was changing every now and then. She had no feeling of anything, and her vision was still dark.

She had so many questions that went unanswered. So many. She didn't know how she could remember every single one of them. But that's all she could do. Think of questions and try to come up with answers.

But there weren't any answers. She couldn't remember a single thing. She hated this. All of it and every single second of it. Darkness. Not her fear, but her enemy.

A flicker.

It was so fast, so faint, that she wasn't even sure that it was there. It could just be an hallucination from all of this alone time.

But she knew what she saw. She knew that it was there.

And then an idea popped into her head. Her hatred for darkness, caused the light to appear.

She dug deeper. Deeper to her inner self, to inside her soul which she was sure that she still had.

And then it happened again.

She saw the light.

And she saw a face.

Light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, black lip piercing.

And then he was gone, and she was once again, submerged in darkness.

But she now had something new to think about.

Who was that guy? She couldn't put a name to the face that she saw. She couldn't remember him.

She couldn't remember anything.