A straight line. That's all I heard while in this pitch black abyss of never-ending darkness. What has become of me? Why am I like this, in this state, what did I do to deserve this? What even is this noise? Why do I have so many questions? Am I dead, or just on the brink of life, starting anew? Who am I?
Questions swarmed my mind, anxiety and panic filled my entire being, not being able to respond to my mind as I sit in darkness, listening to the long beep of whatever is beside myself. I sense I am alone in this darkness. I wonder if I'll wake anytime soon?
Beep. Beep. Beep. I hear the constant line of noise turn into rhythmic beeping, starting off slow then going to a more constant, fast pace. The anxiety and panic surges through what I can only imagine is a body of mine. The darkness stays as I start to feel myself gaining control of my limbs, my body being cold and the blood starting to run again. My eyes flicker open, but to my dismay, all I see is maybe a lighter, different shade of black.
Blinking my eyes, I notice how the more I close and open them, things start taking shape in this room I'm residing in. The blackness started turning into more of a dark grey, a brighter grey glow lighting up the room and the side of my vision. Slowly, I try to move my arms or legs, and slowly but surely they inch their way in whatever direction I move them to, which happens to be a random direction. My mind starts being able to see where I am, and I seem to be in a room, on a bed, with machines hooked up to my arms and body. What happened to me?
My arms start regaining small amounts of strength as I use it to help drag my torso upwards so I can see more. As I try to move my body, large waves of pain shoot up and down the nerves in my back and arms. Screaming in unwanted agony, all I can do to move and not scream is to bite my tongue, which hopefully distracts the pain, but sadly only adds to it. Finally sitting up, it was barely worth it. I can't even see the full room I'm in because of how dark it is, all I can see is the small meter of the green glow from the machine.
The machine seems to be attached to this bag connected to my arm, in the bag is a clear substance, I'm not entirely sure I want to know what that is. I start to move my legs to the side of the bed that is absent of railings, I feel the same pain as before but luckily not of the same level. Hoisting myself so I sit on the bed with legs dangling off, I question why nobody would be in here with me. Examining my choice of cloth on my body, I wonder why I had decided to wear one that only wraps around the front side. Maybe I didn't choose it? I have no idea where the hell I am, so maybe I'm just in hell.
After scooting my body closer to the edge of the bed so my feet can touch the ground, I decide, I am in Hell. Pain shoots up the back of my legs, making me wonder if I should even try to walk or stand on my own. Trying again and putting both feet on the ground and both hands attached to something, I try using that as support, but to go with my unlucky nature I realize the little ants in my legs won't go away, only get worse. The ants, or pain, feels like white noise, just scattering waves of nothingness, but of pure annoyance. The cold floor soothes the pain underneath my foot slightly.
Grabbing onto the rack that holds the little bag of clear substance, I notice that the rack has wheels, so quite possibly I might be able to take it with me wherever I go! I don't even know if I need this at the moment, but with my luck I won't be testing anything until I know for sure. I don't even know who I am at the moment, so I'm sure this'll be a fun ride.
The glowing grey machine, which keeps making that repetitive, high pitched, annoying sound. It is quite bothersome, but it's acting as my flashlight, so I'll keep it for a while. Standing there in the darkness, I let my mind and body become accustomed to the pain, not even feeling like it's going away or getting worse. It seems to be staying consistent, so I start to take my first step forward, further into the unknown darkness of the room.
My first step -it's been god knows how long it's been since my last step. Taking another step, my bare foot steps into something that is not the cold floor, it's warm and sticky, very viscous. My first instinct is to pull my foot away, which happens to be exactly what I do. It doesn't cause pain, it's just unsettling and unknown. Looking at the ground I see the viscous matter taking on a black, inky appearance. Starting to walk away to the opposite side of the room, I try to avoid the matter the best I can and find a door out.
Finally finding the door, I notice how it's covered and dripping with the same black matter, so deciding whether I want to get out but have to risk touching it to open the door, or stay in here and rot. I choose first option and open the door, wiping my hand on the thin garment that covers the front half of my body. What lies behind the door is just more black matter, laying across the floor of the what I'm assuming is a hallway.
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