I take a breath, shallow, but yet it's still enough to edge me out of my slumber. Tears fill my vision, and so I blink them away with what little energy I can muster. At first, black is all that greets me, until I begin to see patterns in my eyes, waves going back and forth until it begins to peel away, almost as if it's being dissolved and eaten by an acid of some sort.
Colors, all so different, merge and swirl into one incomprehensible mesh. Everything is a blur, and nothing is distinguishable, except for the smell of metal and seared flesh which is heavy in the air. I can hear soft, and yet heavy groans from something metal, and hissing from something, almost as if a gas is escaping through a mere slit in a pipe. Something like that...
There is only two sides to what I experience: the black abyss of sleep that could very well turn into eternal one of these days if I don't fully awake… and then, there's the white, where nothing quite feels real. Everything is like partaking in a lucid dream, where i fall back asleep and attempt to forget where I am.
The fact is, I'm not even aware… of where I am. I can guess that it's very likely that I will die here but…
Nothing helps me or my thoughts. Nothing puts me at ease except when I slip back into that dark, black, sleep that feels so much like velvet, juxtaposed with the white that reawakens and reminds me that I need to try and move, or call out, though when I do I'm filled with red, hot pain.
Everything just slithers by. The hours, the smells, the slight groans and creaks of where I am. I'm never fully aware of what is going on when I attempt and awake from my deep slumber that always calls me back when I do.
All I can really see are faces, all of them frozen in their places. Either they are cringed in agony, the eyes are open in terrified fear, or they're just emotionless and their eyes are forever closed. All of them remain unchanged.
I see one face directly above mine. The person is just hanging there, watching me with half lidded eyes. It terrified me at first, but now I just weakly crack open my eyes, attempting to study the features on this person. They have long hair, a reddish blonde tint that reminds me of strawberries or mangos, and it gently moves from side to side like a pendulum.
My hunger disturbs me slightly, reminding me that I'm still alive when my stomach makes audible protests. I want to move, but everything just feels like a weight, and all i can feel is pain shoot from my right arm.
Once again, the darkness calls for me, tells me to give in. Just to sleep these hours away as I have before. The day will end soon, and my game won't be out of the question not too much longer. It's a pity, I don't even know how I have ended up here, where here is…
Suddenly, an itch tears from my throat, and I cough and sputter, realizing how thirsty I am. My lips are dried and chapped, my throat is parched, and it feels as though it's on fire and peeling away while my tongue twitches in its once wet cavern. I'm so thirsty.
A few more coughs escape my weak lungs, before I attempt to call out. My voice is horribly cracked, and it sounds airy, much like a balloon with many holes in it, or when someone loses their voice to a cold. Just these few strains have lit my throat in a figurative fire.
"..He...p...Help…" I utter weakly again, my eyes closed from the pain now moving up and down my body in waves. I'm becoming more aware, and it's coming with a price.
"Someone…" My voice shrivels up, sounding a little less air-filled than before. "Some...one… help"
No one hears me, my throat is filled with the feeling of something clawing and scraping around, and all of my futile attempts have left me utterly exhausted…
Darkness slips into my vision once more, and once again, the only thing to comfort me while I fall into my world of sleep is the half-lidded gaze of the face above mine, swinging back and forth slowly.