Ow, what was that? My head is muddled, but there is a distinct pricking coming from my arm.
I try to open my eyes. My head spins.
White, Black, White, Black. The repetition feels oddly familiar. Like a strong sense of déjà vu.
Cynthia.
God no, Cynthia.
Pain.
Pricking.
Numbness.
I see a face… it is kind, she’s smiling at me, saying something… I can’t hear her…
Voices.
‘Drew’ ‘my son, my son.’ Wailing. Crying.
Pricking.
Silence.
Pain, images, whiteness, blackness.
Pricking.
Emptiness…
My eyes flash open.The room is spinning a bit, but not too bad. I can actually make out my surroundings.The room I’m in is white… too white. Hospital.Why am I in a hospital? My head hurts. I lift my hand to touch my forehead but something inhibits it. An IV line. I frowned, what happened?
My head was spinning again… wait… I was walking… with Cynthia, down the road… that car, it swerved… I tried to push Cynthia out of the way… screeching tires.
I screamed as the darkness claimed me again.