Savior

Savior

     Pain. That's all you can feel.

     Darkness. It is the only thing you can see.

     You want to know where you are, but you are too weak to open your eyes. A breeze passes as it freezes your probably broken bones. What happened? You can't seem to remember, but you probably don't want to remember. The confusion in your mind only fueled the throbbing in your head. Your body is screaming for you to pass out, numb everything. But you know a coma is bound happen soon afterward. You gingerly open your eyes. You see a sky; a night sky. A moon and twinkling stars to boot.

     "Great", You mutter through shallow breathes. Outside is not where you want to be in your state. Not to mention the chilly air that is slowly numbing you. You glide your hand on the stone floor. Wait, stone? You realize that you are inside, or at least in some sort of shelter. You turn your head to met with agonizing pain. But you manage and see crumbled walls. They look as if the oldest civilization made them. You wonder if anybody lived here. You give it a go.

    "Hello"? You know you can't raise your voice so it sounds more like silent muffle. You sigh. Is this how it will end? Me waiting for death to take me? You think this as your vision starts to blur. You then plunge back into the darkness that once took you.

     Why? You couldn't think of why someone such as your self would deserve this. Your floating now, in darkness. You've come accustomed to darkness. You treat it with respect, just as it has done to you. It's your only friend right now. That's all you really need right now. A friend. A friend that will listen, and darkness does that. As you are there, floating with darkness, memories start to come back. They are not big ones. They're more like bits. You see your dad. He picks you up on his shoulders as you watch little missiles explode in the sky. You remember that. That was your first time you saw fireworks. How it amazed you. How you would see them sizzle into the lake.  You wanted to feel that joy again. As you reach for the scene you are pulled back as it vanishes just as fast as it came. I guess darkness knows that joy like that can't happen right now.

     You see something else. No, you hear something else. Bells. Church bells to be exact. You knew this day all too well. It was your mother's funeral. You saw that nobody was there. You remember that you stayed thirty minutes longer after it was over. You see yourself with an orchid in hand. You can feel tears in your eyes. The same tears that you felt that day. You drift closer to the image and feel the sorrow radiating off of it. Darkness knows; knows I've had enough. That vision also drifts away. The question pops up again. Why? Then, you hear noises. Feint noises. Then you see light. Darkness waves goodbye as I hear it again.

    Footsteps. Your eyes shoot open. Where were you? You glance around to see that you were still immobilized on the chipped up floor. But, this train of thought ends when you here it come closer. No, not footsteps. Hoofsteps? Did they have steeds? You can't look behind yourself as the get closer. Your anxiety overtakes as you here a voice.

    "Oh my!" The ability of sight fades as you here worried words from someone. You can't tell what they are exactly but you see one thing before darkness takes you back to your hell. Wings. Wings of an angel. But one question came to mind; why were they purple? Then you happily greeted darkness again.