Author's Note

Okay. This is shit.

The first to third somewhat will get boring, becuase it is, but only for a limited amount, okay?

I’m a terrible writer with no skill whatsoever, so please provide positive feedback.

Hope of The Broken

Light scorching through my eyes, blinding me.

I lie awake, in a figurative position. Both my hands were twisted in an awkward manner, probably dislodged or broken. The ground that I was lying at was rough, like sand, or gritting paper. I feel a burning sensation, but not too sure if it’s actually the heat or not. My eyes were closed shut, and to my surprise, it took quite a while to figure out what actually was going on, matter of fact to see the way my body was probably flung to oblivion.

I tried to open them, but to no avail. Sure, I did get it done, but it took quite the while.

Something that I didn’t think of was the non present pain. Just looking at my arms and legs were already scary enough, mind you, and surely these twisted jelly like parts of mine would inflict some damage. Strange enough, they didn’t. Like a computer rejecting a signal. I couldn’t move too, which was pretty damn obvious. My clothes were almost burned to ash, all but my pants, and some parts of my shirt. It was blistering hot, the sun beating me up, but numbness fils in instead of pain.

I laid there for a long time, too long to actually remember just how much time I wasted on staring at the scenery. One thing that I didn’t thought of was the long stretch of grass, filling my canvas.

And then I began to ponder.

Just how did you get into this shit hole?

And where is this ‘shit hole’?

Why can’t I remember a damn thing?

Think, brain, think!

Nothing.

Just nothing.

I probably panicked a little, but with my legs and arms immobilised, the only thing I can do was scream. And scream I did.

The thought of memory loss was just a scary thing to think of by itself. What if I forgot something very important? Maybe something that could make sense of my existence in this deserted wasteland? And how do I get back home? I can’t stay here, I’ll die!

Then again, do I have a home?

I don’t really have a home, as far as I can remember.

Wait, no. I can’t remember anything.

That’s the word I’ve been looking for.

Anything.

Or perhaps, nothing.

“Hello!? Somebody!? Anybody?! I need help! Hello!”

Silence.

Again I scream.

“Hello! I need help! Anybody!”

Yet again, silence fills the accord.

I waited for a long time, gaining the strength and will to shout for help.

“Hello!”

“Help!”

“Somebody..”

And then I waited.

2 hours of panic and shouting later, nobody comes to my vision.

Inside, my body craves.

I just want somebody.

Somebody to come.

But instead, there’s nobody.

No familiar faces, no family, no past, no friends, nothing.

It’s all blank.

Like a clean slate.

Then what am I suppose to be?

I don’t know my past self.

Nor can my people of my time can help.

How can retrace my steps and become the person I was, without the only thing attaching me into it?

Maybe I’m a little too panicked.

Yeah. Maybe that’s the point.

Let’s just take a moment.

Relax, take a breather.

I take a long breath, and let the thoughts flow away with the release. Just, let it all go. For now. Then I can think more clearer. There’s no point to panic, just to scream to no evident cause. I probably spent about 5 minutes or so, just clearing my head from those nasty and discouraging questions.

And now, I think.

One at a time.

I focus all of my brainpower that I had left, and targeted one question, that would be the easiest one out of the bunch my dumbass brain decided to think of. Besides, I’m gonna die by hunger or thirst any day now, so it’s pointless to actually get help, or trying to survive. And from the looks of it, no water nor food is in sight for a long extend.

Where am I?

That one was a pretty obvious. I’m nowhere. No houses, tress, scenery, just open fields off grass, stretching miles ahead of my vision.

Who are you?

Ahh. Now that’s a pretty easy one. To be honest, I don’t know. I have no recollection of anything really, and I don’t think I will for a long time.

Where’s home?

Another one. I don’t know, yet again. It’s pretty evident my memory is for shit, and nothing is in value nor view right now.

Why are you here?

There’s no reason to know. I might have been in a fight or something, and my legs and arms are thwarted. If there was a fight, pretty sure I lost. Badly.

While questioning, I saw a figure of a man, or perhaps a woman, I’m not too sure. I see it coming towards me, fast, and immediately I was rushed with fear, and weirdly enough, hope. First off, is this the person who probably beaten me up to shreds?

Or is this the person who will bring about my survival?

Any who, we will find out sooner or later.

It continues to come at my direction, and for some reason, that just worsens the fear factor in this scenario. Whatever it is, there’s no hope of escaping.

Take it to account.

After a straight minute of running, it stops to a halt. At first I was quiet the man to question this action. Why stop? There’s no reason to. I mean, if he either wants to finish the unfinished job, or help me to actually get out of this situation, it would have gone to me, not half way.

The figure pulls out a strange object out of what I suspect was from the pocket. Don’t know what, don’t know why. It begins to tap the object repeatedly, in a swift motion. My guess that it’s a phone, but you never know.

Well then, a phone I remember, but not family? Fucks sake.

It pulls the object back into it’s side pocket, and rushes towards my direction once again.

Let’s set things clear. I am in an near death position, my arms and legs are jelly, and I can’t do jackshit, and a man, or woman, or anything really, is coming to me. There’s no escape. The only thing I can do is hope.

And so, I closed my eyes shut, and prayed that this will end in a good way.

All while ignoring the sun blazing throughout my scenario.