This isn't really much of a story yet...but I just want to know if this is an interesting opening.
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Dancing With a Marionette
I’m not sure if I’m awake… I believe my eyes are open, but how can I be sure? I see that man again… I see his mouth making that familiar motion to speak. He’s making gestures…but there’s no sound. Should I be able to hear? I think I am supposed to listen…but there is only silence like in a moving picture show. I suppose I am dreaming. After all I’ve always been able to hear and listen in the past. But this feels so real. I can feel tears burning my cheeks. I feel my heart racing. It’s beating…beating so fast. It’s so rapid; it might burst and leave me dead.
Am I dying? I grab my chest and I feel the tension in my hand. I’m coughing now and the tears aren’t missing a single beat. My eyes… they’re swollen, red. There are tears in his eyes too. He looks as though grieving or worried. His face is in the comfort of his hands now. He’s shaken and I make a note that I am also. I feel by body betraying me… I’m collapsing under my weight.
I’m so heavy... My knees are buckling and I’m falling.
I didn’t see what the man did next. But I felt arms and a warm body surround me. I could only assume it was his holding me, since I now was rendered blind. His hands were frantic as he shook me. In spite of my optimism I had to wonder…Am I dying? It was the strangest thing. My mind began to remember how things once sounded. Past memories of noises, notes, and chords rang out in my head and soon I felt the melodies playing in my ears. I remembered the sound of my voice…
“Are my eyes open…?” My mouth made the motions and now I heard myself.
