This is a one shot that can be attributed to any of the characters; choose whomever you would like to play the parts of both roles. It's an experimental story, so please let me know if you understood what I was trying to convey (which I won't tell yet, lest it influence you're own opinions and ideas on what the story is about). I hope you like it.
Darkness…
Inky, black, darkness.
Floating, swirling…empty. Sleep.
A blob of jumbled thoughts: "Huh," "what?" "where?" "blackness?" Sleep.
Numb. A sensation. A wonderful feeling? Yes, feeling. Numb, but with tingling. Still floating, but tingling in an empty abyss. Sleep.
A vision of color, grey blurs by. Metallic grey.
Click….white light explodes and then blessed black.
Noise. Muffled pitches, incomprehensible in context, but notable in the now familiar darkness.
Movement. Lifting, flexing. "Huh?" Pain, unexpected, a fleeting heat…welcomed, if only for the coherent thought that pain means life. Another flex, a finger perhaps, maybe a toe. Still a discombobulated, floating ameba; nothing really connecting to itself, just there in sense.
The noises are back, have been for a time, but just noticed. Really only murmurs drifting past, a welcome companion to the loneliness in this unfamiliar place. Without understanding, they're soothing.
A rise and fall. Intense pain blossoming outward, but again a rise and fall. Wetness, not sure where, but above the now steady throbbing accompanying the rise and fall. The noises are growing louder; forming recognizable sounds, "That's it." "Oh, thank God." "Breathe." Whooshing of air: in, out, in, out.
Solidifying, the once blob is now shaping, forming to it's original identity. Fingers and toes, eyes and ears, legs and arms. Still a darkness, warmer with the new found knowledge of humanity, but still void of… there's something not quite right. Feeling, hearing, missing pieces… too many missing piece.
Again, a flash of silver; a ghost of a memory. It pops up in front, a round hole. It's all wrong; this once comforting darkness feels treacherous. A round ball explodes from the hole. Fright, pain, anger… past emotions filtering down, extinguished by the darkness imploding.
Time is an aloof companion. Always wandering away when you're about to catch up. It leaves you…you only realize when it comes back.
"Open your eyes," a sniffle, "please." A barely notable beg in an otherwise rough command.
There's movement. At first it's mistaken for illusion, but then a feathery touch brushes a strain of hair back into place followed by a soft breeze and a solid hand mingles with too still fingers.
The broken pieces are mending. The jigsaw puzzle of uncertainty is squaring up, melding, completing.
Light. 'Ahhh, bright, bright, light,' a lucid thought. Darkness descends again.
"Come on, do it again," a familiar voice urges.
White…blink…yellow, green…blink… a blurred shape above…darkness.
"That's it, let me see those beautiful eyes." The voice requests.
Light again. Dimming to an almost acceptable level. The shape is moving, forming… watery eyes, a red nose, lips whispering encouragement…the world is coming into focus.
And with it, a serene sense that everything is going to be fine.
"Welcome back," a croaked laugh reaches comprehending ears.
I'm interested in reader's ideas on what happened to the person in the darkness, how they ended up there in the first place. I'm also curious on reader's thoughts as to the location where the person wakes up (although I made it vague on purpose).