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Shell
I could feel. My hands reached up into my hair, it was intact, I rubbed into my scalp feeling, and feeling. I stopped. I felt it, a scar--a bump--pain. I was lying down somewhere, I could feel the rough bedding material under me, my back was in some kind of unknown pain, my legs were immobile. I couldn't move them, I tried to once again, but they refused to move. My heart quickened. I was afraid. It was a nasty feeling, fear. It left you bare, vulnerable.
I tried to sit up but the pain in my back was restricting any sort of upper-body movement. My mind was not clear, it felt heavy, as if something was there, right there in my thoughts, something of weight. Suddenly the thought of weight brought to my mind emptiness. The emptiness all around me, the hollow empty feeling in my mind contrasting the thick weight, the emptiness in my understanding of my surroundings. What was I doing there? Who was I? The more I thought of it the more empty everything seemed. And dark. I then realized that there was darkness all around me, I could feel, I surely could for the aching in my back had suddenly increased, as if the fact that my mind was active was affecting it. I could feel but I could not see, or at least what I knew to be sight.
Had I always been blind? Or had it just happened recently? I would never know. I couldn't remember a thing, not one thing about my yesterday, only about twenty minutes ago when I was off dreaming about being out on a beach somewhere, with stars twinkling above me, covered in darkness, but not full darkness. Perhaps I wasn't always blind. Wait a minute, how did I know I wasn't just closing my eyes and blocking my sight? But I knew. I could tell, yet I lifted a finger to my pupil that was wide open and careful pressed onto the wet soft silky surface of my eye. It stung a little and my eyelids tried to protect my eye's surface from further disturbance.
The urge to get up came over me again and I attempted this time with more passion fighting the band that held my feet down. I fought for a while to no avail. The band was digging into my skin and I stopped not wanting anymore pain. It seemed like as I was struggling the pain in my back and had doubled. Why is it hurting so bad? I wondered. I was breathing hard trying to compose myself but I couldn't my heartbeats kept accelerating, as I tried to slow it down it would just beat faster and faster.
I was panting in short breaths. The darkness was consuming me, it seemed, taking my breaths, taking my presence away. I was coughing, chocking, the taste of iron filled my throat and I gurgled out something warm thick and sticky onto my hands, I instantly noted it as blood. I was glad I could not see. Just as I was to cough up another fitful I heard the sound of double doors opening, or at least what my mind told me, automatically, were double doors. Somehow the image of double doors flashed before me. I knew what they were, but I've never once seen one. At least not recently judging by my current state.
I heard a voice then, somebody was speaking, it was a hushed tone, and the person was not speaking to me. I started to cough up again, though interrupted by the unexpected sound. But this time the blood did not end up on my hands, but on something else. I heard the sound of it hitting some plastic, was that a bag? How did I know these things? I tried to breathe but it was a disaster and I just started coughing once again.
"Stop breathing!" The voice was clear. Clear, sharp, precise, accented. What I immediately recognized as a Russian accent. I did as I was told, automatically, like a robot. I held my breath and as I did something sharp was injected into my skin; I felt as whatever substance the injection had entered into my bloodstream clouded my mind. The darkness if possible, got darker, and then I started dreaming again.
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