Location: Distant Memory
My memory only contains her smile. When was the last time I saw her after that particular incident, I wonder? All I could recall from that dim memory was the warmth of her touch as it loosened its hold on me, her sobs, and how she shivered in my presence as red ink began to fill my mind. I let out a long breath. "Why can't I remember? My head hurts," where? '.
My head started to ring loudly.
All of a sudden, I'm plagued by these memories. What exactly is this, why is it here, and who is it? I was met with the hazy figure of a woman, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't make out her face. It resembled a picture that had been glued into position. Do I have someone who would protect me? is just a passing thought.
There emerged a fresh set of memories.
Protect? Was that the reason why, after speaking to those people, she collapsed to the ground? Even my vague memories of it have faded. How does she appear?
Even that escapes my memory.
The last thing I recalled in that memory was me calling out for her as they dragged me away from the body that represented death. Then again, why did I even do it? Was she that important?
When they wrapped something around my face, my mind started to become foggy; it also sapped my strength, and they carried me into this enormous white box. I waited there as my thoughts soon left.
Why me though? I pondered. Why would they take me away when they were all significantly taller than me? And who were they, exactly?
Even though nothing makes sense, one thing is certain: I was with her because I was looking for something sweet.
After some time, I abruptly regained something—my consciousness—but I was still unable to move, smell, see, or even taste. But is this just a trick of my mind? In my ears, I can hear bubbles floating. No, specifically, it feels more like the voices are coming from inside my head.
For a very long time, I was accompanied by darkness, and the cold embraced me warmly.
I had no idea how long it had been since I had been awake, but on rare occasions, the bubbles' voices would disappear and be followed by a sinking sensation.
What is going on? These thoughts wouldn't go away, and I could feel the hands of these thoughts running through my back like rubber. Is something being changed or added? I'm not sure. I am aware that this is also the only instance in which I can claim to have heard something.
"Put him back in. It's finished."
Those words were difficult for me to comprehend. I heard it, though it sounded distorted and muffled to me. an old and rough sound.
Do the bubbles around me even attempt to keep me sane? Or perhaps everything I'm thinking is just a fabrication I made up because I'm alone.
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