Pain.
It's searing through my body.
I hate this pain, but i can't help it.
I groan and try to feel my body again,
feeling dirt and picking the soft grass with my fingers.
Moving my feet slightly,
just enough to hear the dirt shift
and crumple from my movement.
I hear a voice.
Male.
But who is it?
It seems familiar but,
I
don't
remember.
I can't seem to remember
anything.
Why does my chest hurt?
I cough up blood and
open my eyes to see a
familiar face,
but I still
can't
remember.
She's over here! Get the medical supplies! He says.
"Wh-Ah!" I scream as the pain overwhelms me.
Shh, don't talk Flaky.
Flaky
Is that my
name?
Who I
am?
I want to know more, I want to know all the things I have
forgotten.
A leg slips underneath my knees
while another wraps under my neck
and my body is lifted off the ground.
The soft grass has disappeared from beneath me
and I just look up to see my saviors familiar face,
his familiar eyes and his panicked expression.
His gray hair swayed with every step he made,
looking around frantically for whoever he called out to.
Annabell! Hurry up with the medical
supplies, her wounds are fatal
and she's bleeding out fast!
I'm dying?
But who did this to me?
Was I a
bad person?
Did I do something
wrong?
Suddenly a face comes to mind.
It's
angry
sad
full of hatred
and light
and it's also
scared.
Just
like
me.
Oh my god Flaky!
How did this happen!?
Well, we were out in the woods looking for sticks
to roast marshmallows with when we heard
a scream and so we went to help whoever it was
and suddenly a guy ran into Flaky, but he had
a knife
and he
cut her.
I was pushed out of the
way and fell down a hill.
So that's what happened?
Something so stupid happened like this?
A guy stabbed me,
by accident?
Just by running into me?
What a
shameful
way to go.
So
weak
and not able to avoid death by just
moving
out of the way.
In a way it is also
noble
heroic
funny
Yes my death was all of thoes, noble
and heroic for trying to save someone,
even if we never got a chance to actually
save
anyone. It was also funny, trying to
help someone but getting hurt instead.
Someone set me down in the back of a
truck. I saw Annabell, a familiar person looking
at me in pain. She held a first Aid-Kit in her hands
and set it down next to her before opening it and
wrapping me in gauze.
Don't worry Flaky
Ricardo is calling for help.
Ricardo.
Who is he?
Annabell continued to work on me,
getting her hands bloody and staining her
orange hair.
"I'm s-sorry"
was all I could muster up.
Annabell looked at me and
frowned as the gray haired
male returned by her side.
The ambulance will arive soon,
will she make it?
She lost a ton of blood and
stained our clothes.
Of course she will! I won't let her die!
No! I wont lose her like i lost my mother!
Annabell, that wasn't your fau-
Shut up! If i wasn't here my mother would
still be alive and my father would happy again!
Just like he used to be
She finished up bandaging me and soon
I hear sirens screeching in the distance and red
and blue light flashing. Seems they came quickly.
Everything happened in a blur, being moved to the metal
of the ambulance, the light spinning and me, well
I
still
can't
remember.