Beyond Death
09 Jan 2016Ryan Murdoc
I feel alive. I can sense the air going over my bald head, over my skin. My nose reacts to the scents around me. Eyes flutter open, seeing shapes, colors. Reading the writing on the wall, seeing numbers. My ears listen to the sounds, my brain processing them, giving them names, meanings...They told me I was dead, but I feel the blood pumping through my body, my heart pounding in my ears....so, if I am alive and kicking now, how was I killed ? Why ? By whom ? It's said there be a recording that would depict everything, the whole incident, and would bring back my memories.
Well, I sure as hell hope so, because I can't remember anything at all anymore. My brain is swiped clean, barely able to remember my own name. My past is gone, except for a faint hint of....someone else. I think a...woman, with....blue or purple hair. I don't remember her name, at least not now, maybe I will again, or never. It's all too confusing, and my head hurts. I'll lay down and sleep some more.
Maybe my dreams will give me a answer...