"What a cute baby you've got!"
"Look at her!"
"Isn't she my sweet little baby?"
My eyes must be still closed. I could only hear these chatterboxes. It was unbearable. They were talking too loud. How could they understand each other? Trying to grip something to help me with my blindness, I felt like if someone was holding me in the air. I was feeling as if I was going to throw up.
"But...why isn't she crying?"
Crying? They expect me to cry? Now what the -
I felt a slight slap on my back. It made me even want to throw up. What were they trying to make me do? Get sick? I'd propose another way, making me throw up might not be very pretty...or cute. Maybe make me eat peanuts, I hate peanuts. It'll surely get me sick in no time.
"Cry!"
Cry? Really, are they expecting me to be a baby or what? Or maybe I am?
And that's how I remembered that I had died in a car accident, in the mist. I remembered the darkness that had come afterwards. The Great Silence that there was in that Great Darkness. And the light at the end of the darkness, as if it was the light at the end of the tunnel. And I remembered all that I thought I have forgotten. My name. My sudden death. My surroundings.
My Home.
Riley
RThrust · Sun May 14, 2006 @ 07:17pm · 0 Comments |