Air. My lungs are completly empty.
I
Need
Air.
I sit up, breathing in as hard as I can.
Everything is blurry and... dark. All I can think of is that my hands are gripping a soft fabric. Then, I hear some voices, but I can't recognize them. I can't even process what I am hearing, watching, touching.
I have my eyes wide open, but I can't see anything.
I have my mouth wide open, but I can't scream or say anything.
What is happening?
The next thing I know, Im lying flat on the ground again. And the ceiling is orange and black at the same time.
A hand appears on my face, with something... and it just... Im swallowinh it... what...
Patrick.
A boy appears in my mind. His hair is black, his eyes are blue, he is dreesed in a kind of brown gown. The room is all white. He is looking at me as if Im dying.
All this images and zooms of him are mixing with reality.
People, colors, sounds, shifts. I want it all gone. Its driving me crazy.
I can't move.
YOU ARE READING
The gift of forgetting
Science FictionWe all have a gift, the problem is that some are a curse. Yours was your perdition. And his. Man, he was devastated. And when you woke up, he couldn't eat or sleep. You were dying, and your gift saved your life and killed you at the same time. Im s...
