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As I attempted to open my eyes, I noticed a sudden grogginess come over me as if someone had drugged my tea. It seemed like an hour passed before my vision cleared and I could make out my surroundings. However the strong taste in my mouth was the only thing that was distinguishable. It was blood. I was lying on a bed, only large enough for one person, obviously a lot shorter than I. I must have been lying there a really long time because my thighs were sore due to the raggedness of the mattress and hanging off of the bed from the knee down. There were no sheets or blankets or even pillows, just a random mattress thrown in the middle of the room on what looked like a 3-foot high platform. I tried to sit up and succeeded only to accompany my accomplishment with an unbearable headache, so unbearable that I thought I would faint. Anybody in as weak and painful condition as I would have given into temptation of lying back down on the bed. This thought was followed by my first realization of who I was.

As my brain began to focus I started having memories and flashbacks. I saw a small boy with a look of anger and disgust on his face, then that same boy holding a sword but this time with a look of accomplishment and approval. After about 2 seconds I saw a different boy. He looked younger and more afraid. Tears began to fill his eyes. He was standing over a figure lying on the ground motionless, but the boy was glaring at something else off in the distance.

My flashbacks were interrupted by a loud hissing noise coming from some other room, perhaps the room beside the one I resided in...wherever that was. I tried to focus my mind back on the to the flashbacks to remember more... but my attempts proved hopeless. Not only had I not a clue who the angry boy was, but I had no clue what the motionless figure was. But I did know with some passion in my heart that the frightened boy was myself. What I was frightened of and what I was staring at however, I was unaware. But the small taste of remembrance given to me had me craving an entire feast.

Unable to regain any sense of my memory, I started noticing other things. There was a silver tray on a stand next to the mattress. There was nothing on the tray except for a few red stains that I couldn’t help but assume was blood. And a small solid white crystal shaped like a square. Over against the wall in front of me was a wooden chair with a broken leg. To my right was a metal door. Behind me the entire wall was a large mirror. The rest of the walls were tough but worn cement blocks. I would have been interested in observing my appearance, but what captured my attention the most was what I saw to my left. There was a large cement block lodged into the wall. It was as high as the wall and took up about a third of it in the center. I could distinguish the block from the rest of the wall because it was a deep red color as opposed to the gray color of the rest of the cement. Also, the block didn’t have ridges in between the cement bricks as the other walls did. I began to have a strong feeling that I was not safe in this place as I noticed that the hissing noises had not ceased...

I tried to stand up but, realizing it was no use, merely leaned against the platform letting the blood drain to my legs. I assumed they would regain feeling in a minute or two. I decided to pass the time by forcing my mind to focus on the flashbacks. Maybe this time I could fast forward to how the hell I got here... and where exactly here is... When my attempts failed again I got frustrated and angry. This small emotion strangely sent a surge through my body as if I were on the brink of death and the only thing keeping me alive was the energy of electric shock. I couldn’t handle the force of the surge, so I fell back on the mattress. Unable to scream, all I could do was gasp and draw in as much air as I could to hopefully replace the shock with fresh oxygen. I couldn’t move. I just lied there in somewhat of a seizure for what seemed like an hour. When I could breathe again and had gained control of my body, I stood with astonishing ease. The anger I had felt was gone, but it seemed to have been enough to finally release blood into my veins. I could feel. I could think. I immediately but cautiously walked over to the wall at my left. I touched the cement. It was extremely hot. I ran my hand down the wall to my right, where the cement was freezing cold. I stared at the deep red cement block. I felt such strong comfort at the thought of what was on the other side, though I didn’t know what it was, or even if there was an it there. I glanced to my left at the mirrored wall and walked over to it. It wasn’t until that moment that I first saw myself that I noticed that I was completely naked.

It is natural for any human to be aware of their physical features. It is natural to know every inch of your own body, the way your hair falls, the way your skin feels, the way your joints move with the beckon of your brain. But I saw for the first time, I felt for the first time, my hair, my skin. I began to observe my appearance. My hair was curly, almost down to my shoulders, and damp with sweat, as was the rest of my body. My green eyes were bright, hovering over a square jaw. I moved my glance downward, looking over my defined muscles, then onto my legs down to my feet. I noticed the skin around my ankles was raw, from being bound. My gaze arose slowly, taking a second look. The same rawness appeared around my wrists. There were also scars on each of my forearms from my wrists to my elbows. When I got back up to my neck I saw two holes on the right side of it. They were right beside each other and looked deep and permanent. I was pale, most likely from lack of blood circulation. I looked at my hands and studied the movement of my fingers. I touched my face, cleanly shaven...I tried to rub my face but once the skin on my fingers came in contact with the skin on my face, I couldn’t remove my hands from my cheeks, not from lack of wanting to but because it was physically impossible. No matter how hard I pulled, my hands remained lodged onto my face. I stood there, waiting, hoping an idea would come to me telling me why all of these strange things were happening. Or were they strange? How did I have any idea of what the world was like before I awoke? If I hadn’t, how did I know this wasn’t completely normal. I let out a small laugh... Just because I had been knocked out and can’t even remember existing does not mean I had lost my common sense. When I put my hands on my face, I should be able to remove them at will...Another small laugh... Now that I had the ability to think I couldn’t stop.

My thoughts evolved into daydreams. There was a little girl. She was laughing, running, playing. Everything was so bright. I felt so comforted just by the sight of her. She stopped running and walked towards me. When she reached me she looked up and put up her arms. I knelt down on one knee and she put her hands over my own on my face. As she did so she smiled, then spoke.

“I know you...”

Good. Maybe she could fill me in. I opened my mouth to respond but she spoke again before I had the chance.

“You know who you are. All you have to do now is accept it.”

I stopped. Accept it? What was there to accept? I’ve been thrown into a strange room with no clothes, food, or any remembrance of how I got here. I scoffed. This was worse than the parties they used to throw me in when I lived on the coast. I’d get so drunk I’d be lucky to sleep for only a week. Even then I could at least remember that I had gotten wasted and this was the result. And no matter how lonely I got, I never woke up naked.

I noticed the little girl smiling...

“You’re remembering...”

She was right, I hadn’t even noticed that I was actually having recollections about who I was. It’s a good thing, I was beginning to believe in reincarnation. I finally spoke my first words.

“Who are you?”

I said this before I realized it didn’t matter. It was only a daydream anyhow...She didn’t answer me but replied with what seemed like a determination to keep me as confused as possible.

“You can do it. Just accept it. All those who accept have the power to change.”

What the hell was she talking about.

“You’re losing sight of the purpose,” she continued, “You mustn’t lose sight. They’re coming.”

Before I could question her she faded out as if she were floating away in the opposite direction at a very fast pace. When my mind phased back to reality, I was kneeling on the floor, my hands still on my face. Thankfully, I could remove them this time. I put my hands on the floor to help myself up. The floor was freezing now. I didn’t remember it being that cold before. In fact, the entire atmosphere in the room was colder. I walked over to the door on the right side of the room. There was no handle, but there was a window in the center of the door. All I could see out of it was a wall on the opposite side, making it apparent that there was a narrow hallway outside of the room. I tried to peer down either side of the hall but unsuccessfully. The window was too small. I thought about trying to open the door by hurling the chair or my own body at it, but changed my mind. I decided that I would rather make as little noise as possible. The more unnoticed I am, the more comfortable I’ll be. I walked over to the opposite wall and crouched near it. It was still hot. I bunched up near the wall to keep warm.

For some reason I felt immediate comfort near that wall. If ever I felt discouragement I simply brush it with my fingertips and I knew no fear.



...meant to be more like the beginnings of a book, so it is a work in progress...

there was this wierd kid named kris, and he went thru his life creating trickery and nonsense and always leaned on everyone bc he couldnt support himself. then one day he began a group called morbid thoughts to reflect his mind... morbid mind.... when he was least expecting it, an angel came into his life, of course, he didnt know it was an angel for it was the form of a human. tho she was beautiful physically, it could not compare to her heart. but kris was too morbid to believe in angels and good and love. so as the angel grew fonder of him, the more of her heart was burnt by his consistent ignorance. the angel was too good and too faithfu to leave him behind, tho everyone could see it was destroying her to stay around kris. so day by day passed and her heart kept burning until there was nothing left of her heart but a wind gust of ashes. kris watched as his angel withered and dissipated in front of him and the wind carried her back up to heaven where it would be another lifetime before she could visit her beloved earth again. he had lost his angel. he had held onto evrything except that which he needed most. how could something so obvious be mistaken so easily? how could a morbid person not be transformed into good by an pure angel. as he chose morbid over happiness and light, he will never feel what he once had again, he will never have another chance to have his angel. it was too late, nothing could be done.



to be cont





haha this was actually kind of written as a joke, but I was told it was good so thought I'd put it up here. I'm going to work on it a lil bit to make it more serious and professional...and probably change the characters since those times are over...