Pain and fire.
That is my life.
That and darkness.
Moments of numbness would quell my body from the acidic flames coursing through my veins but they never lasted long enough to do anything besides tease my mind into hoping it was over. My mind retraced the events leading me into this, a giant, a building and the colour green was all that could come to mind. Sometimes in the darkness I could hear voices, blurred like I was lying in the bottom of a pool of water, distant and hazy. Some voices were familiar, telling me to wake up; others were cold and professional, commenting on my status.
I open my eyes in a dark room, the smell of disinfectant and lemon pledge fill the air as the fain glow of a heart monitor lit the room. I look down at my body; parts of me were hooked to the computer while the other half was red and crusted over with scabs. I resisted the urge to peel and scratch at the blemishes instead sitting myself up, my body felt heavy and clumsy with what