Young man wondering what's happened to him. Alternate universe? Time Travel? Magic?
The sand was endless. The sun was relentless. The figure on the sand was motionless except for the slight rise and fall of its chest. I tried to move towards it but I couldn't, I could do nothing but watch as the person in front of me slowly lost their life. The figure lifted it's head and locked my eyes into a gaze that I knew would stay with me for the rest of my life. It's eyes looked so deep into my soul that I could feel it's pain and could see it would never make it. I managed to look up and saw a great sandstorm on the horizon, no doubt it would soon engulf both me and the figure before me. As the sandstorm got closer, I saw my family and my friends surrounding me, until finally I realized the sandstorm was just another dream and once again I was back in the hospital.
I heard faint voices as I awoke. My mother and father were standing over me, just watching me. Their faces lit up when they saw my eyes open but dimmed again when I just rolled over and was once again oblivious to everything. I could sense their sadness but I just lay there thinking of my dreams and trying to piece them together. I knew they must have had something to do with my past but I didn't know what. My mind was blank. All I knew was my name and that the people standing over me were my parents.
People stood around me. I didn't know who they were, or why they were here, but I recognized them. As I slowly raised myself onto my hands, everyone stopped talking and just stared at me. I tried to talk but I couldn't. It was like my dream except I knew this was real. The words would not leave my throat. My parents rushed to my side as I collapsed back onto the bed. Once again I could not move or talk. My dreams entered my mind and I lost all sense of reality.
There was another figure this time, helping the dying one. Like family. The figures were still in a storm although it had lessened it's brutality. The figures were walking towards me and I could do nothing. They were going to walk straight through me. Fear was making my mind even more of a blur and it barely registered that one of the figures was once again staring straight at me. Their lips were moving but I heard nothing, I listened closer and still nothing. As they passed me, the figure put their lips to my ear and whispered.
I awoke with a start, shouting random words over and over again. My mind was screaming at me to stop but my mouth wouldn't listen. It took five nurses and one doctor to calm me down and even then I was still whispering words that most the time evenIdidn't understand, it was as if they were a different language. When everyone had gone, my mother walked in. She looked at me as if searching for something before slowly walking over to the chair next to the bed. My mother just sat stared at me for a while then she simply said:
“Who are you?”
This shocked me so much that I almost fell out of the bed I was sitting in. When I recovered I didn't know what to say.Ididn't know who I was so what was I meant to tell her? All I knew was a name and that I was in bed. My mother just continued to stare at me as if the answer would change her whole life. I didn't know what else to say so I just told her the truth.
“I don't know”
After that she just stood up and walked out of the room, she kept her head turned but I could see a tear at the corner of her eye.
Doctors came in and out to see how I was improving throughout the day though I barely noticed when. I was just lying down and trying to remember what that person had said into my ear...