The colours swirl. I cannot work out what is the real world and what is a dream any more. I cannot see.
I cannot see. I am blind.
Greens and Blues swirl around the insides of my eyelids. They block the real world from me. This is, in a way, a good thing. It means that I cannot see my arm - I cannot see the blood that drips from the un-fading picture of me.
I cannot see the pain, but I can feel it.
I hear it all the time. The whispers. They've set the speakers on, I know - they are trying to torment me. I can hear them telling me that the Commander never loved me, that i was just another kid to him. They are telling me that he will never come to rescue me, that I will be here forever.
I try to block it out but I can't.