The Last Daffodil

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It was dark. I was alone in the darkness. Sometimes I would feel a sharp pain in my arm, but that didn't happen very often.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Nothing but wild, pitch darkness.

Travis.

Now that thought wasn't invited. I hardly know that name.

Travis.

Now my own brain was working against me

Darkness

Travis.

Darkness

It's simple.

Travis.

Darkness.

My life remained the same. I couldn't remember a time before this darkness. Before that name ripped through my haven of pure darkness.

Travis.

I heard the beeping before the darkness dissipated. A steady, loud beating. Like a...

Heart monitor.

Travis.

Shut up.

The beeping continued, tearing through my tranquil darkness. I wished it would stop.

Travis.

say that one more time, I dare you.

A sharp pain ripped through my left arm. Left. It was always the left arm. Always.

I was suddenly pulled into the world of the beeping. In an instant I was aware of my body. I was aware of my eyelids, pressing against my eyeballs. I was aware of my fingers at the ends of my hands. I was aware of my legs, and my feet. I was aware of all these things but I couldn't figure out how to move them. I couldn't get the right area of my brain.

The pain stabbed itself through my head before I had a chance to think about it. A scream ripped itself from my throat and my ears started working again.

"She's awake."

"Get her back under."

Something cold pressed against my face and I inhaled deeply. The gas that rushed into my mouth didn't taste like oxygen and my head started to sway.

Soon I was back in the deep, beautiful darkness. But the darkness was interrupted by a face.

He was beautiful. His deep green eyes stared into mine, making my head swim. his dark hair curled around his head, reaching almost to his eyebrows. his face was chiseled and his lips were defined.

Travis, my brain supplied. She said his name was Travis.

My blackness returned and I searched in vain for his face again. I wanted to see that face again.

"Daffodil? Daffodil, baby, wake up. Please." A woman's voice interrupted my search.

What?

"Daf? Come on Daf. They fixed you. The doctor said they fixed you." It's a different voice this time. A boy's voice. The voice plunged me into a memory I didn't think I had.

"What happened?"

"Thorn happened. That male was crazy territorial. You think she's okay?"