Remembering Forever

Pain and (no) Memories

Pain is a word I had often used in my life.  When you hit your arm on a table, the sensation you feel is pain.   I may have felt this sensation more than other people, but still.  I thought I knew what pain was.  I was wrong.  I cannot move, and I wouldn't want to try anyway.  Pain is the only thing in my mind.  I grasp for other things to try to lessen the agony, but nothing comes to mind.  I try to open my eyes, and only when I do, do I realize I'm being moved.  I try to tell whoever my savior is that I am in immense pain, but no words come out.  I cannot speak.  I am lain down in what I can only guess is grass, but I cant see anything but the man infront of me, and I feel nothing but pain.  I see his mouth moving, so I try to focus on what he's saying.  The only thing I catch is my name, but this doesn't make sense.  Even in this state of agony, I think I would be able to recognize someone I know.  I could swear I have never seen his face before.  I find it insane, that even though he is trying to help me and speak to me, I can only focus on his features.  He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.  His bronze hair seems to shimmer, even though the clouds cover the sky.  And just as I think this, the sun immediately shines out from behind the clouds.  I realize with amazement that my savior.... is sparkling in the sun.  This is the last thought I have before I feel him begin to bite my skin..........

I though I knew what pain was..... I did not.

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Days, it seems like, I am boiling in my own skin.  Then suddenly, I feel a change.  It is not a good change.... or at least I think it isn't.  All of the fire that seems to be in my veins dissipates..... but gathers in my heart.  If I had the ability to scream, I would.  And as suddenly as the pain began, it disappeared.  I could still feel the echo of the burn, and I felt I would for a long time.  I was scared to open my eyes.  Scared of what horrible force could make my body feel like this.  With reluctance, I slowly opened my eyes.  What I saw scared me in a different way. I could see.....everything.  In a hundred times HD.  I could see the filaments in the lightbulb.  When I shifted my eyes, which seemed to be instantaneous, I could see the micro fibers in the carpet.  It was then that I realized I was inside.  Sometime during my agony, I must have been moved.  It also then, that I heard someone speak.  It was my name, and it seemed very familiar.