Chapter 1.
Margot
Infinite white.
When I came around for the first time that’s all there was. Infinite whiteness. Up, down, left, right, everywhere. It was bright white also, not a dull almost cream, bright reflective white, but not obvious light source; that was true for everything in the space though, no obvious walls, ceiling, nothing, but still something.
I had an idea and tried to speak aloud. Nothing, no sound. A scream: no sound. That lead me to think I was in a vacuum, a white version of the night sky, ‘space’ as some scientists are beginning to call it. Then I realised I was breathing. So something must be floating around me, am I deaf? The first thing that came to my thoughts, naturally. But there was no way to know for sure, no one to ask if they could hear me.
I screamed again, not in test, not for the sake of discovery or disproval, but in true and genuine fear, again, no sound, but I knew what it would sound like if I could hear, I had screamed before; before the space, the Infinity. Cold, high pitched and dry, like any stereotypical woman’s scream. I stopped screaming, panting heavily, stomach rising and falling rhythmically, mouth open, but no sound passed my ears. As I drew breath the Infinity grew ever colder. It was because of this I noticed my stark nudity, in embarrassment I covered my breasts and crotch, it took what I assumed to be ten minutes to remove my hands from protecting my private areas; the Infinity, with its population of one, was no area for timidity. I looked at my hands, expecting the pink, smooth things that were hers before the Infinity, instead presented before me were two pale, monstrosities on the verge of turning blue. My feet were the same, pink almost blue.
I looked down; the same whiteness that surrounded the other directions was found there also. The only reason I even knew it was down was because of the body parts below me. The floor seemed oddly inviting to lie on as I realised my feet were in extreme discomfort. Despite the pain the floor was causing my feet it was perfectly comfortable to lie on; although it gave the odd sensation of floating, so I may not have been on any solid surface at all.
I tried to whisper my name: Margot. No sound came from my lips. I had an idea: I placed my fingers on my neck where my voice box should be and tried to speak again. The excitement that came with the sensation of vibrations died quickly when I realised I was never going to hear sound again. And I sobbed, a full seventeen years of perfect hearing now gone, completely. Another silent sob. I was scared; no sense of time or direction, no sound or smell, taste and whatever sight I had was useless. Touch, I still had touch, it was something. I laughed despairingly, touch; the sense to live your life by. The single laugh turned into a hysteric fit of laughter and sobs, a struggle between fear, desperation and anger tore my subconscious apart, fighting to have the first outburst into the Infinity. Fear and desperation won out; a scream tore my voice apart but remained silent whilst tears blurred my vision of the white space, not that it made much difference. My anger built up rapidly, and even more quickly when I realised I had nothing to lash out at, no walls to punch, doors to slam, not even another face to slap. With that I looked to my wrists, then to my nails. To my delight they were still long and sharp. In anger, desperation and fear I slammed my hand into my wrist nails first, the pain was unbearable, but satisfying. My blood lust and further apparent need to vent anger subsided quickly as I released my grip on my wrist, and withdrew then nails. But the blood kept flowing, in fact it seemed to flow even faster out of my arm. I panicked and looked for something to bandage my wound, but with no clothes to remove I was without aid. My vision began to blur. My hand went numb as my vision faded further. A headache formed within my head which then turned to light headedness. As the Infinity faded I realised this may be my last sight, this plain white Infinity.
