Eyes open. Focus Adjusts to a clear sight. Try to move my right arm…no response I am is if restrained for my own good
Room is bright white. I begin to cry from confusion, no answers needed, just life. Taste of metal in my mouth, blood. I quickly lick my teeth for loose ones, broken, or just not there
Noise of water droplets, enough to fill up a tanker. I HATE this fucking place, loath it, despise it. Everything I usually hate does mutate to despise. Loved ones, life, sociality and even fucking “inanimate” objects
I scream hoping for the hopeless, the impossible. Cry again. Am I an experiment?, have I been abducted?, did I do something wrong?
My heart beats to the tick of a clock. Fucking clock, “won’t” stop .I am wide awake, yet so tired my body wants comfort but feels on fire
Am I dead? I must be. Is this the place you go after life, purgatory constant loneliness and darkness. There is a sound from another room, a human life? Am I being reborn are we being cleansed of all our flaws in this place, a superhuman race?, Reincarnation of life?
From being a local businessman. Die. Reborn to an African warlord, in later life, a new life? A fresh start? In this box room am I shutting down, am I shut down could I be restarting or have I even been turned on yet?
I don’t remember the outside world, I don’t recall how sweet the sounds could be the smell in the air or how they have been. Is there a war brewing? Am I a P.O.W!! A reason for me to die? Everything feels cold. Cold. I think it’s time to find out.
Who do I miss, will I be missed. Who do I love, am I loved. Am I of any class, I just don’t know.
But strangely I know of all these things love, death, and the social class. Are we the same?
I am restarting the shutdown being reborn a new life. A second chance, a chance to right the wrong, maybe to love again and fight. I have been given one more shot make it last till the end.
It suddenly downs on me like the dark side of the moon creeping in from the distance to engulf you in its blackness. The blood from my mouth is representing my injury to the head. Floating away the noise of the water was the droplets of my cars tanker. My scream was from pain the ticking clock to my heart was time giving up; the sound from the other human was whoever was in the disaster also. I am dead. I’m shutting down slowly to sleep in a coma. The sound of the outside world felt so real
The room darkens I begin to sob. Beep. Time tightens, sound ventures off. Muttered words spray in to my face “Were losing him” Beep. Beep, sleep, beep, beep, sleep.