Nameless, or to not remember

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Nameless

Chapter 1

"You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep." - Mark Danielewski

Cold. Dark. Lying upon a steel slat, waiting. Waiting for the moment of truth. The truth of whether I am dead or not. The soft whispers of voices sound around my head. They spoke not of death, but of another word. A single word that they repeated over and over again, Coma. But that is not simply a word, so much as it is a fact. I am not dead as of yet, but in truth, in a Coma. With a heart still pumping blood, but not awake- not truly Alive.

The backs of my eyelids are blank, my vision is stationary, unseeing, and dark. No images, or memories blinked valiantly behind my closed eyes. All is dark.

Gloved hands gripped my shoulders, as I am removed from the slab and placed on a soft hospital bed. My head rolls to the side as I am pushed into another room. A sharp prick meets my wrist as a needle is inserted, and taped down. A machine starts up, and it emits a beep for every time my hearts beets in its fast paced rage.

Through the needle, fluids enter my bloodstream, calming my heart, and slowing it to a near stop, but still quick enough for me to live.

Footsteps shuffle about, and I hear a door open and then close again. I am alone.

Flickers of light sift through the darkness and a light my dreams. They flickers become larger, until they all mesh into one- leaving an image in its place. But wait, its not an image but a recolection. I am on a long, winding dirt road. It is packed tightly, no gaps for debris to accumulate. The road is damp with dew, as is everything else in the scene. Tall poplar trees flank the left edge of the roadside, and the underbrush is gathered in a thick aggregation. On the right side however, is a vast, open grassland. Pale green stalks, topped with broad leaves littered the meadow. Large violet blossoms topped the stalks, and were just beginning to bloom in the morning sun.

Sprawled out in the center of the field was a woman. She has vivid red hair, that spirals out around her as she lays in the tall foliage. She has emerald green eyes, and high cheek bones. She sits up when she sees me walking down the road. She then calls out a name- my name. She is calling to me. The woman is vaguely familiar. As she calls out a third time, lightning cracks overhead, sending down an array of sparks. We both look up as massive clouds slide into place, covering the brilliant sun. I turn my eyes toward her, and meet her gaze. I looked up once more, and the downpour begins. I feel the icy drops splatter on my face, and a shiver runs down my spine.

I turn back to look at the woman again, but she is gone. At the opposing edge of the meadow i see a fleck of red, and then nothing. I took a step off of the road and made to follow her, but my attempt was made in vain, for the wind then howled venomously in my ears. Shadow tugged at the edges of the scene, and grew towards the center. Just as darkness took over the memory completely, a cacophonous clap of thunder sounded, and once again i was left in the dark.

The steady beeping of the machine was reassuring. Meaning of coarse, that it was all just a dream. Although my eyes still refuse to open, I am still somewhat sane.