I've been surrounded by darkness for as long as I can remember.
But then again, what is "remembering?" How are we made to remember? Why can we only remember certain events, yet sometimes they aren't even the most important things that have happened to us. It's so strange how our brains are made to function this specific way, how even when we don't want to think about something, it will persist in lingering at the back of your mind.
I can't remember anything. Well, at least nothing of value to me. I only remember this eternal darkness that I've been condemned to. Why am I here in this empty nothing, you ask? I wish I could tell you why.
It's as if I am trapped within my own blank mind. The only thing around me is black.
Darkness.
Nothing.
I wonder, because wondering is the one ability I am fortunate enough to have, if I will ever escape this hell. What is the outside world like? Is there light? Will I ever know? It seems that only time will tell.
But wait.
There's something right there. Right there. Can't you see it?
Light.
It's almost overwhelming. The blinding effect causes my eyes to squint slowly open.
Wait, I have eyes? Am I human? What am I?
Shortly after my vision adjusts, I see a plain, white ceiling. There's light everywhere, and although I am scared of what comes next, I try to move so that I am able to contemplate my surroundings.
The only problem is I can't move.
I feel no use anywhere in this body. There is no feeling, tasting, touching, or hearing. Only seeing.
Nothing enters my sight of vision. Actually, nothing happens for a few moments until I hear a beep. Yes, I heard a beep.
Now I hear multiple beeps, followed by some sort of movement I am able to hear. I am still unable to move, but I feel stronger than I ever have with the ability to see and hear, despite this short "lifespan" I am currently inflicted in.
I try and try again to focus on these foreign sounds, but nothing makes sense, and everything scares me until I hear the first words.
"Doctor, April is awake."
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Obscurity
Teen FictionApril was only familiar with the cold, uninviting darkness to which she was secluded. She didn't know who she was, what she was, or where she belonged. Read along on her journey to find answers, and more importantly, find out who she really is.
