Day 1:
Vision was blurred, hearing was strained. Only lights flashed through, red and blue, and than nothing. I was in the darkness again.
I woke up after what seemed to be a million years, only to go back to sleep. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't lift my arm. Everything was in cyberspace, underwater. I knew I should have been worrying, but I couldn't even think about that. All I knew was that there was no pain.
No pain.
That was all I ever really wanted.
The bed under me is hard, the pillow thin. Blankets are warm, almost heated, with the air around them freezing. I can't do anything about it, and I can barely comprehend it.
Am I dead?
Day 2:
The last thing I remember is hearing their screams, seeing their blood all over me, and than the way he screamed my name….
But I couldn't think of my name.
Did I even have one?
I knew I was floating, space and time unknown to me. I could feel the water against my fingertips, the way it carried my body through the waves.
But I could also still feel the hard bed beneath me. It was as stiff as a board, unmoving, even under my weight. I knew I had a bed before….before this…..darkness…..this floating… But no memories came.
Where was I, really?
Day 3:
One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.
Three Mississippi…
I could count now. I counted the seconds, repeatedly, every time I reached ten Mississippi. What was after ten Mississippi? Was there anything after it?
No, it just went back to one Mississippi.
Day 8:
I can hear them! Their voices, they drift in and out. Sometimes, I even can picture their faces. Sea green eyes, wavy to match the ocean. I can't remember his name, but I can almost picture his whole face. It was really beautiful, I know that.
How do I know that?
What was his name?
Where was he?
Was he hear, in the water with me, or did he have something to do with the bed?
Why couldn't he here me when I screamed for help?
Day 10:
I still can't see, and I'm getting scared. The things they're saying, the threats they're making….
This time, though, I can remember brown eyes, almost chocolate in color. They always smiled warmly at me; they were bright and full of life…..and then full of blood.
What happened to the brown eyes?
Then, the ocean I lay in was full of guilt, and I could barely breathe. What was happening? What was happening?!
Save me.
Save me!
Please….save me…
Day 20:
I can understand what they're talking about, kind of…
Roses are dead,
Violets are crying.
I'm in a "hospital"…..
They say I'm dying.
