How did I get here?

How would you survive all this? Do people even move one? Does it stop hurting? Someone, someone please help me.

I am or… was 23, mom of a beautiful baby girl name Kyrie, thankfully she got my looks. She has blonde curly hair, crystal clear skin, and amazing blue eyes. My little cherub.

We were on a stroll through the park, going to buy groceries, Kyrie in the baby carrier was giggling and making spit bubbles, I was playing with her making faces. I was going up the stairs almost reaching the top I felt that my leg was grabbed with inhumane strength and got pulled from behind.

It was only a second; I dropped the groceries and enveloped the baby with my arms somehow to keep her away from the incoming harm while falling backward.

I didn't feel the pain; I wish that I would have felt it; it would have kept me awake longer.

My head felt wet and heavy; I couldn't see anything in front of me.

It felt like fading gradually, the sound of my baby's cry was getting farther and farther away. Like black noise was swallowing everything around us. I was trying to console her or trying to console me, I… don't know.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay" I repeated like a mantra, over and over, and over. While stroking her head, until my hands got so numb that I couldn't tell if I was even moving them or even touching something.

I was no longer feeling, nor hearing.

But my mind felt like it spilled, it's so weird to explain. My eyes were closed, yes. But I could see with my mind?

All I could do was look at millions of stars and constellations, planets, wormholes, everything was there. Everything was moving and yet all seemed to be perfectly still, like a photo that will forever capture the moment.

I couldn't move, I didn't need to breathe and I didn't want to close my eyes, even though the were closed, it felt like my mind was trying to shut down and everything will fade away.

At first, there was a whisper, it was so shallow that I couldn't hear it. I felt a tingling sensation on my arm that started to relive some kind of feeling into it, growing stronger by the minute.

And just like magic in front of me appeared a man.

He was tall, well at least taller than me, his skin was white as marble with long dark blue hair and profound blue eyes.

He was grabbing my arms he looked like he was trying to yank me awake, and his mouth was open like he was screaming at me, yet I only heard faint whispers, he slowly approached my face and pressed his forehead against mine.

"You need to take care of my son, if you do that, I'll send you back home" He said directly into my mind

I drowsily opened my eyes; we were entranced in a dance of strong gazes. Until I finally realized that he wasn't speaking, I could hear him on my head.

Everything started to come back. Like Ice when it falls and breaks in a thousand pieces, my skin started to feel like burning, the need of my lungs for air was shockingly hurtful, my heart was beating so hard that it was bumping against my ribs like it was going to break in half.

Yet none of that physical discomfort could begin to compare with the sorrow and worry I had for my daughter. My heart was cracking and bleeding.

My face was contorted in pain; I was crying, hard, like a river. My scream wouldn't come out, no matter how hard I strained my throat or my lungs the sound never came, but he heard it, he heard it all.

"It's okay, she's okay" He tried to calm me down

He winced at a particular high-pitched shriek, but he never let me go.

He enveloped me with his arms, in almost a hug

"She's okay, she's okay"

He had said the same Like I had once done