#this is a whole lotta nothin plot wise but but but i really like writing poetic things 🙁🙁🙁

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Note: Wrote this a few years after the initial chapter so the writing style may be slightly different

Chapter 2 - Struggle

The salt of my tears is bitter. It burned my mouth and stained my face. Even though my eyes could produce no more, emotion still lingered. Fear courses through my body. Breath shallow and short, air struggles to escape my lungs. My stomach flips and flips as I wash away under the waves of anxiety. I twitch slightly while I try to calm myself. 

        I could not bring myself to look away from the wires. Some placed above my skin, secured by a sort of tape. While others dug their tubes deep into my flesh. Stains like pomegranate juice, yet red like the darkest of roses cluttered my body. The blood looks as if it had been spilled this very moment but has long since been dry.  

        The Observer, as I chose to call them, had left around an hour ago. Although significant time had passed, it hazed and blended together. Existence felt irrelevant. Thoughts were so jumbled together all I could process was the raw emotion. 

        My memories feel confusing, there is not a single timeline I can create that feels right. Not one that feels completely mine. My head pounds as thoughts swim around my brain. It feels as though every thought and memory I have ever conceived and retained is expanding tenfold at my forehead. My eyes hurt and my skull feels as if it may give out at any moment. 

        Unstable state of mind is the only thing that binds me to the cold metal chair. As uncomfortable as it is, I cannot force myself to roam. I bring my hands together and rub my right thumb over the other in a soothing motion in an attempt to quiet my fears and countless thoughts. My head clears just enough for me to question my predicament. As my fingers graze over a puncture wound made from one of the many wires I breathe a single word.

        “How?”

        Even though my thoughts are still muddled I recognize my mistake. My shoulders ache and groan as my whole body shudders just to stiffen. My vision blurs once again and my head spins. The dull gray of the painted walls expanded and consumed the table and door. Even the wires were devoured by the thick gray mist of destruction. The color soon shifted to a recognizable blank slate of white. Once again I was in the void. 

        I felt as though my body was being pushed through a thick comfortable yet suffocating material. The air within my lungs compressed and pressurized, I would choke if I hadn’t felt incapable of doing so. My whole body felt paralyzed. The feeling of glass came back. Eyes being cut and stabbed with cold fragments. Like larger needles being inserted into the nerves. So much pain. But while sharp short pains continued, the long lasting aches of my bones soothed. I felt relaxed, yet panicked. Almost as if I was being drowned in the most comfortable of warm waters. A peaceful but fearful time. 

        Suddenly the warm feeling left. Temperature lowered and my bones felt heavy. My body plummeted back to consciousness. 

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