Missing Pieces of Me

Prologue

Blood. Blood everywhere. Where am I? It's dark, maybe nighttime. Trees? So is this a forest? What am I even doing here? I hate the outdoors. Chills ran through my spine and I panicked and ran. To where? It's odd because I tried picturing the place. It feels like I've been here a million times and yet this place seems unreal. It's like everywhere I look, all I see a pathway that tells me that it is the way to safety.

Why am I even running? It wasn't my fault. I messed up so bad. Calm down. I can get through this. I follow a trail that I know by heart. I reached the shed, the shed where I grew up. Yes, this place will keep me safe, a lot of good memories here.

I knock, hoping to hear a response but there was nothing, not even a sign of life inside it. I entered and decided to look around: pictures hanging by the walls, as I looked closely, I noticed that some of these are still mine. Seeing my faces smile at me bring a little comfort. I think my eyesight is getting worse. All I see is now is a blur. I still need to calm down. All those adrenaline pumping on my nerves, I closed my eyes and tried picturing a happy place. I picture fire. The way it flickers as a gust of wind blows by strong enough to make it follow its direction but not strong enough to extinguish it completely.

It was working until I heard a loud knock on the door. No. They shouldn't find me. I hid behind the couch. I couldn't take the stress. I closed my eyes harder. I was desperate. I sit there paralyzed, waiting for the predator to catch the prey. I can hear myself breathing heavily. I try silencing myself but I couldn't. I cup my hands over my mouth to muffle it a bit.

I realize that the knocking stopped. Maybe he's gone. I really wish he was but I know him and I know he'll never leave that easily. He's stubborn that way. Against my better judgement, I take a peek behind the couch to the front door, hoping for some kind of sign that he left. As soon as I had clear sight of the door, I froze. The door was open. I didn't even hear it open. I guess I couldn't run anymore. I'm too tired and too panicked to move. I just froze there, still looking at the door. I tried to calmly return to my hiding spot and keep quiet but I never got the chance to move since I felt a sudden prick on my arm.

I got startled for a bit until I felt a numbing feeling from my fingertips up to my arm then to my legs until I can no longer move and then the pain came. It was like it was triggering every nerve on my body until I couldn't take it anymore making me let out a piercing scream. I know this is going to be the end. I no longer had the strength to open my eyes but I try. I still try but it was all a blur. I closed my eyes, possibly for the last time but instead of black, it all went white, and it was blinding.

I can still feel my eyes closed shut just as I did a few moments ago. How many seconds have passed? The white light is gone. All I see now is pitch black. I feel like I'm floating but I don't feel in contact with any surface. Is this a sign that I'm dead? I wait, unsure of what will greet me when I open my eyes.

How much time has passed? I'm beginning to feel uneasy. The suspense is killing me. It was quiet, too quiet that I could possibly hear my own heartbeat but I don't. Maybe it's because I'm dead.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm falling. It doesn't feel like what I expect to feel when I fall from a very high place. It kinda feels like I'm being sucked up, like I'm falling in a vacuumed container.

I can't feel air running through my hands, which means that there is currently no air resistance, which is weird because no air resistance means there may be no air to breath. I try to take a deep breath but feel as if all the air in my lungs are being sucked. I'm starting to feel panic rise as I continue to fall from this bottomless pit when I crashed on to something incredibly soft.