You feel as if you trapped down a large chasm. You try to claw at the walls; you scream out, kick and scratch. Try everything possible in an attempt to free yourself but it is no use, the walls are too high and darkness surrounds you.
You have no hope, you cannot control the inevitable.
Looking up you can see the small shimmer of light perishing before your eyes; it was once a dazzling bright light. Now it fades and becomes further away from you as you sink further into the depression.
You are completely alone, left only with your memories that taunt you and possesses every waking moment of your exsistance.
You replay them over and over because they are only thing that are keeping you alive, well at least what you can remember.
"My name is Robbie Shapiro, I am a student at Hollywood Arts, I am eighteen, my girlfriend is..."
You begin to worry once you lose the memories. As time passes that sentence gets harder to say. It was much longer, my head full of wondrous memories. Now it is nearly empty, drained of hope.
I fear that soon I will forget everything.
At first my memories were so vivid, so clear, that for a moment I felt like I was actually there. I could hear the wails and feel the tears fall on to my face as she held me close, the scream of the other girl as she watched me fall.
Mostly I remember the pain, the excruciating pain as the blade impacted my stomach, my breath being sucked out of me as I fell into unconsciousness.
I winced as I touched the wound, the gaping hole in my stomach.
A souvenir of my fate.
More time passes, It's getting harder to remember the faces of the people that I love; they are fuzzy like an un-tuned television. Screwing up my eyes I force myself to think, what are their names?
Fiery red hair, piercing blue eyes, a childish giggle and a smart response: Who are these people?
I groan and sit on the cold ground.
You cannot keep track of how long you have been here, no idea if time is going fast or incredibly slow.
"My name is Robbie Shapiro, I am a student at Hollywood Arts, I am..."
It's beginning to happen more rapidly now. Panicking I scream out, I'm not ready to die.
My life was torn away from me. I thump the wall in anger and gaze up at the light and it's beginning to flicker.
It's almost time.
The walls are narrowing, closing in on my body. Standing I push against the walls and attempt to force them back. I will not be trapped in this tomb.
I scream out, "I am Robbie Shapiro, I am a student—"
I cuss in rage, why can't I remember?
My very identity is next.
Time passes, you begin to feel unbearably cold and you're fire slowly dies.
I can fight it no longer, slumping to the ground I begin to apologize: To the family I cannot remember, my friends that I have let down and to my girlfriend that I loved.
Curling into a fetal position I wait for the darkness to engulf me.
I croak "I am—"
And stop, you have reached the point: You are ready.
Then you hear that small sound.
When you are at your weakest that is when you take notice of it.
It's distant but I can still hear it: a steady repetitive beep.
Perplexed I sit up, what is that?
Placing my ear on the wall in an attempt to hear more I listen intently. More noises, the scuffle of feet, the buzz of a television, mumble of voices in the distant. I can feel a presence close to me, I can smell the scent of vanilla perfume, feel a soft hand clutch at my own.
The beep increases in volume. Realization swims over me and I find the will to stand.
I am still alive.
"Hey Robbie— "
That voice, I know that voice. It's very feminine; soft, melodious and caring.
More people enter the room as music fills my ears, her singing voice: About a boy who rescued her...
The light becomes brighter and I look at the ground, I can see various shadows.
Looking up I see them: The girl with the red hair, the young boy holding a puppet and the sour girl with the crystal blue eyes.
They were smiling and laughing, well the young boy and the vibrant girl where.
The girl with the red hair giggles, "Oh Robbie, what are you doing down there?"
Her voice bounces of the walls as the other girls scolds her, "Cat."
Cat.. "My girlfriend is Caterina Valentine."
"Cat!" I call up to her, "How do I get out?".
"It's easy." She shouted down, "You just have to wake up!"
They all nodded like what she had said made any sense at all. "But I am awake! I don't understand?"
There are voices in the distance: A man, his deep voice booming with pride, "Jane he moved his arm! Just there did you see it!"
He was excited, you could hear it in his voice, the others started rambling and surged forward, I could feel them all around my body. Except they weren't, I was here and they are not?
"Where am I?" I plead.
"Somewhere were human's cannot reach you" the young boy shouts back, "We can help you. You just have to wake up."
"I want to wake up! Show me how!"
The other girl replied, "Just climb up to us."
"I've tried that before!" I angrily replied.
She scowled, "Look again Shapiro, you will see it much clearer now."
She was right, their was stone all out of place, sticking out for me to grab on to and to place my feet upon. It was a climbing wall.
I began slowly at first tentatively scaling the wall, scared that if I put one foot out of place, I would fall. Fall back into the darkness and lose myself forever.
My pace began to quicken and with it my memories began to return.
"I am eighteen." I screamed out.
"Yes you are" Cat laughed.
"I am a student at Hollywood Arts."
"Keep going" She urged, "You are almost there!"
"I have a brother called Max who loves my puppet Rex."
He cheered and made Rex say, "Who are you calling a puppet?"
"My best friend is Jade West." I looked up at her and she finally smiled.
I was so close, I could feel the warmth of life as I neared the figures. Cat held out her hand and I clasped it tightly. I felt energy surge through me as she pulled me up and into her arms.
I was free.
"I am Robbie Shapiro."
I opened my eyes.
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