The Trees Cannot Sleep At Night

Three - Dreams of Blank

Bright white stars.
The last thing she saw.

...

It's hurts. So. Much. There's this throbbing in my head that won't quit. I try to recall how I got here but I can't.

Wait.

I can't... I can't remember! How did I get here? There's a name spinning around in my head:

Naomi.

Is that...me?  I hope so, and I take it for my dear life because it's the only thing I have. If I can't remember my own damn name, then what do I have? Who am I?!

There's a cloud around me. It's hazy and it starts to sting my eyes. I try to close them; and I do. I try to ignore the pain in my head and focus. Focus on my mind. How did I get here? Think Naomi. Think! if that's even my name.  I can faintly see a shape. A... a star. It's... gone.

The memory only lasts for a few seconds. I could feel it fading. My eyes are still closed, trying to remember something else.

Am I... dead?

The thought snaps my eyes open. I can't be. Dead people don't know they're dead. Dead people can't see, can't breathe can't... remember their name.

I'm not dead! I know my name! It's Naomi. But the weak conviction tells me otherwise.
I'm not even sure if that is my name. All of know is that I'm lying down. And it hurts. Where am I? Surely someone would notice this bloody cloud by now. I hold my breath, I want to move but I'm slow, don't want my head to spin; like it's not bad enough. But mainly because if I can't remember anything, how do I know someone hasn't snapped my bones. The thought makes my stomach churn.

I raise my legs first. I slowly pull my left, then my right; taking care and stopping when I felt any pain. My feet tingle like pins and needles, as if the have been gently woken up. I keep them there for a while. I sigh. Slow start. But things could be worse.

I struggle to think how they could.

I cautiously move my arms. I start with my fingers. Using my left hand, slowly I lift each finger. I take my time, it's not like anyone is looking for me. As if I would remember them anyway. I want to do this right.

There's no pain. I sigh as I begin to slowly to bend my arms. My arms ache, but pale in comparison to the stabbing sensation in the head. Okay, just get up and this will all be fixed I take a deep breath as I carefully lift my back from the ground. It hurts. This isn't gonna stop me. I can't lie here forever. With my back hunched I try to slowly balance my weight as I start to stand. _ Slowly. My whole body aches as if I've just run a marathon.

I can't see a damn thing. The cloud is still here and it's even thicker than on the ground. Almost as if it's dancing around me tauntingly; completely oblivious of the situation. Maybe it's just a fog. But there's something... different about it. The cloud has a greenish twinge around it; and it still stings my eyes. I try to walk though it but it's basically impossible; as I it's only around me. What the hell?! I put my hand on my throat. I haven't spoken since I woke up; I have no idea what my voice sounds like. I cough, and it feels strange. My throat aches as I walk around.

"Help." My voice sounds tired and weak. It's croaky as if I haven't uttered a word in years. No one's gonna hear that. I cough and try with more force.

"Help! Somebody!" Better? It had more power, but I can't shout more because the pain in my throat overtakes it. I rub my eyes, seeing if it would have any effect on the haze. It's slow, but obvious. The cloud starts to fade and I see reality.

I take a look around me. I realise why no one has found me; the area is an almost abandoned field.

How did get here? Naomi, what did you do?

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I remember I wrote this on the coach on a school trip because I didn't have any data. Oh well, what did you think??

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