Darkness.
Why is it so dark?
Whatever it is that I am laying on is cold. Very cold. And so is the air. As I take a deep breath, I realize something, and ask myself. Why is the air so thin? I try to lift myself up, but it seems my waist is bolted down to this cold surface I am on.
My head is heavy. Too heavy. An uncomfortable heavy.
Woozy. Can't seem to grasp what is going on right now. And why can't I open my eyes? I reach up for my eyes, realizing that unlike my waist, my arms are free to roam about.
Hmm, why are these patches here? On pretty tight, and I can't seem to peal----them---off...
Ok, there goes that method. I suddenly hear something. It's faint, and I have to concentrate to really pick it up. But it's something.
As the sound gets closer, it gets louder. And clearer. A door opens. The amount of noise made by the door opening tells me its more then likely older then my grandparents. Enough with the door. I'm more concerned with who, or what, just caused it to open. A voice speaks out. The voice is young. But I can't seem to determine how young. And it's feminine.
"Are you okay? "
I hesitate to speak out, not knowing how long its been since i've heard another person's voice. Yet the voice is comforting. She is soft spoken. Not very threatening. I speak-
"Yy--yees.."
I struggle to say one word. It's obvious to me I haven't spoken in a long time. But I continue
"Where am I?"
My mind races around, not knowing how she reacted to my question. I feel so alone. Her hesitation to respond multiplies that feeling. All I see is darkness. And all I hear are the turbines churning the fans in the room that I am present in. I start to think, to reminisce on where I was before I woke up to the darkness. I strain myself, trying to remember who I am, what my name is, and why I am here, tied down against my will. The softness interrupts my daydreaming..
"You are where no one knows...you are where no one thinks of..."
I lay there still, in utter confusion. Through the confusion I find the strength to respond..
"If you cannnn"
Still struggling....come on. I can do this. I have to know
"If you cannot tell me where I am, then tell me. Who are you? Who am I?"
Her long pauses seem too frequent for me to feel comfort anymore in her voice. Through my very being I can sense that she is just as nervous and unsure as I am. I sit and wait once more for the woman to gather her composure to answer my question-
"My name is Talia. And your name is"
Something interrupts her. Something loud. My mind races out of control. Not now. No not now. I hear her scream. My muscles tense up and I raise my arms as I try to reach out for her. In every bellow I hear struggle, I hear pain, I hear fear. Something, someone, has a grasp on her. My eyes dart from right to left, top to bottom as I hear her nails screeching on the walls and floor around her, the faint hint of her tears of pain caressing the cracks in the floor.
A body hits the cold board I lay upon, rocking it a bit. She is putting up a fight. I bring myself to cheer her on, to help her survive, yet I still want to be selfish, to call out to her and ask her for what I don't know, what I don't have. A name. And then, the noise is gone. In the darkness I see nothing, but I hear everything. I call out for her, hesitantly at first.
"Talia!! Talia can you hear me! Who did this! Who are you!! Please, I beg of you! WHO AM I?"
No answer. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing. It gets closer and closer to me. My darkness fills up with unsureness. It fills up with uncomfortableness. It fills up with fear. A sharp blow hits my forehead. My darkness is now filled with pain. As my consciousness wears away, slowly, I try to gather my thoughts, as all I can think about is Talia. I don't know what has happened to her, and I still don't know my name, or where I am. So many questions...so many questio....so man...so......
