Tag: expression

Day 1:

“Where am I?” I scream, realizing that no one would provide me an answer because I am alone.

The room was blinding white, newly painted and appeared newly furnished. The room was simple in complexion yet I had this odd feeling that it would become something complex and intricate just as the thoughts in my mind currently are. In a swift motion my hand touches the walls to feel for hollowness, but instead I am exposed to the engravings of heart scannings. From the top its states birth, then followed by endless lines I get to the end where all the curved lines become one. They form a straight line with “Death 2015” stated at the end.

I think to myself, “What year am I in,” and my mind aches as I begin to think.

I start to question myself:

“What is my name?”

“Who am I?”

“How old am I?”

“And why am I wearing a sky blue dress with red stains?”

“Why?”

I Stop. I stop because none of these questions have answers at the moment. Even my very own name, it seems nonexistent. I stand there in pain, in agony of not knowing what has happened to me. I look to the wall behind me and see words; I blink to check if I am hallucinating. I blink many times and realize that it is real. I see words. I run. I run as if I am an angel in heaven, swift as a feather. I am overwhelmed with the amount of words but find a connection with all of them. I recognize these people, the people I know, or at least the people I once knew. I continue reading and try to forget about the pain constantly knocking in my head.
“Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth.”

I am repeatedly hit by this name, it appears in every sentence and these words I am reading seem so sad, they speak as if they are being said to a corpse. They speak as if they are towards me. I think harder, realizing that my head is pounding more than ever. My head aches as I try to comprehend a basic understanding of this. With a surge of a sharp pain I think one last time before I let out a scream and realize that Elizabeth is me.
“ I am Elizabeth Kerrey Maree!”

Day 2:

I wake up from what seemed like an eternity but was just a day. I look around not knowing where I am. I look around me and observe this blinding white room, which seems newly furnished. I get myself up in pain as my head throbs with the immense sensation of an infuriating ringing tone that hits directly upon my eardrums.

“Make it stop!” I scream holding my wrinkled hands over my screaming ears.

I push back the pain and look around to see if I can figure out this mess I have put myself in, just as I do any other day. You see my life is a mess. I am constantly losing my memory and somehow still expected to live a normal life.

Besides that, I observe the room around me and notice a table. This table does not seem like any other table, in fact it seems like it has been formulated from fractured metal of a car that had just been in a car accident. The metal so deformed, must have been a strong one. I begin to walk closer, and as I come to see that there are objects on the table I speed up in hopes of getting closer faster, but that is only a thought. Finally after reaching my destination after what seems like a few hours I stare at the objects. I wonder if I am allowed to touch them but that thought has been broken, as I have grasped this object in to my hand. It is a globe, not of the world but just of color and words. It is divided in half by the distinct differences in color, as one side is colorful and so uplifting it feels so smooth and compelling, and is wanted my many. Then I come around to feeling the other side with the palm of my hand and notice the change in color, as it is now black. It seems as if life has given up on beauty, it comes to all but is not wanted by all. My hands feel the rough texture and soon enough my hand comes into contact with a sharp object which causes a rush of bright red blood to come rushing out of my wrinkled finger. My brain aches as I grab a hold of it just in time. I close my eyes and dream. I dream of wanting to spend all the time I ever could with this someone, who I can’t seem to get a clear image of just yet. I remember turning into memory lane as this red, bold vehicle comes rushing in-between us, separating us. I am long lost in my thoughts trying to formulate this occurrence.

Day 3:
I rise and shine to the warmth of the sun peering through the white window that seems blinding white and newly furnished. I peek my eyes open as the sun stains my eyes in pain. I turn over in hopes of eliminating the bright light but it does not go away. In fact I notice this tunnel that seems to lure me in.

My head aches and just as I grab a hold of my head a series of events flash in my mind only allowing me to catch the slightest glimpse of what is happening. I close my eyes to make it all stop. It all stops, as all I can see now is blackness. All I can see is nothing but darkness.

To this day I still beat myself for closing my eyes and not being able to bear the pain because here I lay in my deathbed today.