Washed Out

Prologue

"The darkest nights bring me the brightest light."

Awakening

She awoke in a fit of coughs and pain, her sapphire eyes snapping open.

Gripping her bed sheets tightly, the young female gasped for breath, as the sunlight streamed onto the pale skin of her face. As the hot remembrance crawled up her throat, and the burning sensation formed behind her nose, the black haired girl grasped the sheets before lurching upwards, her mouth opening on its own violation.

With her spine straightening up like steel, her eyes saw the familiar color of black, as the familiar taste of metal filled her taste buds. Blinking slightly, she stared at the stained cotton sheets in front of her, the crimson hue filling her vision. Bringing her hand up to wipe her mouth, she grimaced as the similar color appeared of the white of her sleeve. Ignoring the searing pain and odd flavor that resided in her mouth, the young girl peered at her hands, her eyes twisting up in confusion. Lifting her head upwards, the young female peered around that she resided in, her chapped lips rubbing together thoughtfully.

Ignoring the slightly shock of waking up (after all, it wasn't everyday that you woke up in an entirely new place-), her blue eyes wondering how their could be such a color of gray. Nevertheless, it seemed that there was, as the walls seemed to be coated in that very dull shade. The furniture was minimum, as the only thing, other than the bed which she was on, was a small wooden drawer in the corner of the room. A single rusty window, was placed in the corner; the grimly glass covered by a tattered purple blind.

Where was she?

The unfamiliarity of the situation hit her like a siren, as her nose crinkled and her shaking hands only increased in their tremor. A sudden pounding pain shot through her head, causing a gasp to escape her, and her arms going up to clutch her forehead. Almost like a wave, all of the other effects started, as her previously numb arms started to sting, and a low throb began to form on her stomach. Ignoring the tears that welled in her eyes, at the sudden rush of physical pain, the sapphire eyed girl scratched at her arms, tearing the white colored material in her haste.

Scars. There were so many scars.

Maybe it was morbid of her to examine them, however, she couldn't stop herself; her sapphire eyes widening as the lines ran up and down her flesh. The newer ones, near the bottom, she realized, were brand new, as a few of them were beginning to reopen. Smearing the blood with her thumb, the young girl winced, as her head increased, alongside of her fear. Why was she here? What had happened? Almost like a light bulb went off in her head, the black haired female lurched back, the pounding in her head, reaching a state, where it was becoming difficult to see. A screeching sound pulled past her ear, as the remembrance of what had happened hit her between the ribs, causing her breath to escape her lungs and her senses to escape her body.

She had died.

A car crash. Yes, that was it. The female could remember the way the metal felt, as it crashed into her body - she could remember the way, her bones had crushed into themselves, as the full impact hit her. She could even remember the blood, as it dripped down the side of her mauled face.

'Is this...the end? Am I, to just die?'

'I had so many things to do, so many decisions...'

'It's all gone now.'

'I'm scared, i'm so, so scared.'

'I don't want to di-'

Shuddering slightly, the black haired girl brought herself back to reality, before frowning, at her current situation. Her death - it was inevitable, she had even prepared her herself for reaching her final judgment. However, this, was not what she was expecting. Heaven or Hell, either one would've beat the questions that came towards her now. The fear slipped into once more, as the sparkling voice of unknown called out towards her. Picking up her arm, she grazed her face with it, freezing slightly, when the unfamiliarity of it hit her.