Stranded and Lost

New Dawn The first flash of sharp and bright rays of white light pierced through the small slit of my closed eyelids. It was burning really. I couldn't see much except for the blurry haze and a halo of bright light a few paces away from me. My mind was completely clogged up in a frenzy as I couldn't do anything except for the clumsy shake of my head, trying to clear the haze. A deep breath of air made me realize that I was holding my breath and that made my heart go erratically fast. I felt as if I was in a deep sleep while completely being cut off from my senses. My eyelids never felt so heavy as I struggled to keep my eyes open but failed miserably. The stinging feeling of silence slowly lifted off and I could hear incoherent beeps of noises. My mind tried to grasp those same pitch of noises to pull me out of this numb fog and soon enough I found the uncanny similarity of the beeps to the beat of my heart. There was something warm in my hand, I could feel it but at the same time I couldn't feel what it was. My senses were trying to resurface as I took deep breaths to calm myself. The small twitch of my toe was the first thing I felt and slowly my vision cleared up and I was able to smell the strong chemically mixed fresh air and see the white sheets on the bed I was sleeping on. The beam of white light that guided me back to this life was nothing but the strong led lamp high up above me. It seemed a little ironic to me because now that same source of light was trying to blind my sight with its heated glare. I haven't moved much because of the several colors of tubes attached to my hand, arm and god knows where. I didn't want to get tangled up in those tubes and nonetheless get hurt by any of them. One of those same tubes were attached to the fogged up air mask on my nose. I wanted to remove it from my face and so I lifted my arm but I didn't know that it would hurt so much. A tearing pain shot its way up my arm to my chest and I couldn't help but let out a painful screech of groan. That was the moment when I first noticed him. His head was most probably on the edge of my bed but as soon as he heard me, he increased the pressure on my left hand which was encased in his warm hands. His head was lifted up with an alarmed look on his facial features. Those steely gray eyes of his were grazing all over my body to find any source of my discomfort and soon enough he removed the air mask away from my mouth. I took a much awaited breath of natural air but all that I received was the stinking smell of phenol fused in the air. My lungs couldn't resist the sting and so I heaved out the unwelcomed air out of my body through rough coughs. He understood that I wasn't well enough to breath like a normal person so he placed the mask back on my mouth while whispering soothing words of consolation. He stood up in his disheveled state and took backward steps while trying to tell me something. I couldn't understand much except for the fact that he was going to call someone. The door swung a couple of times after he started running as soon as he reached the doorway. The blue double doors made a little whoosh of a sound in the silence but soon they stopped their flapping too. Now that I was left alone I had time to notice my surroundings clearly. The small screen a little farther away from me had strange moving waves that corresponded with my heartbeat. It was no mystery at all that the beeping sound was coming from the same screen and it was nothing but a heart rate monitor. The white tiles that covered all the walls were also present on the floor. I was in a hospital room and most probably in the VIP ward, judging from the expensive flat screen TV on the wall to the heavily equipped medical surroundings. The couch was placed on the other end of the room with a clear view of a closed window that sported nothing but the darkness and the faint shine of the moon on the ripples of water in a lake maybe. Strangely all of this seemed anonymous and my mind couldn't even remember the last thing that happened to me but somehow the image of a red flower was dented into my brain. I don't know where I saw it or where I found it but I knew that it had some significance. I needed to remember and I tried as much as I could but it was as if someone had fired a bullet and blown away that part of my memory. The frown on my forehead increased more when I saw my hands with big blotches of blue black spots and scars of deep cuts. The hand which was previously held by that unknown man was strangely wound by a band aid on the palm and the wrist, which made me more afraid. I took a deep breath to let out a scream for help but another agonizing spasm of pain emerged from my chest which made me clutch both of my hands on my rib. The soft cushion of band aid made its presence known as my shaking hands tried to found more and more places on my body sporting a cut. The tears were unstoppable as they slithered down my cheeks in undisturbed stream. I don't know where I am, I don't know who brought me here, I don't know who did this to me but all I wanted to do was escape from this place. I had to. The voice in my head told me that something was definitely off and I should get out of this place as soon as possible. The heavy rock of sorrow settled on me as the feeling of something bad that has already happened, dawned on me. I had no I idea what might have happened but all I know that it was bad. I pulled the tubes out of my hands while ignoring the pain of the needles which were inserted into me. Somehow I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The swiftness of my movements made my head spin and black spots were soon covering up my vision but I couldn't stop. I had to escape. Somehow I placed both of my bare feet on the cold and clean floor but unfortunately as soon as I left the bed as my support, I stumbled and fell on the floor with a loud thud. My whole body was  consumed by the pain that I felt on uncountable parts on my body. The pain was so much that I couldn't help but roll on the ground while every inch of my body was sprouting with an increased throb of sting every time it made contact with the cold hard floor. The strangles of screams which escaped my lips were nothing but a whisper to my ears as I couldn't hear anything but the sharp twinge of buzzing silence. I clenched my eyes shut as I could feel myself getting drowned into the same dark numb fog I was in before. Slowly but surely I was losing my senses but before I could give up and close my eyes, the man from before came rushing in the room with a few more people, all dressed in white. His warm hands picked me up gently but it hurt me anyway. The soft mattress hit my back and I could feel the warmth moving away from me so I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me. At this point I was completely numb and not even the sting of needles could bring back my soul as they were inserted back into my body. The yellowish tube of syringe that was plunged into my vein was tempting me to scream as loud as I could but the warmth was there, fighting over the pain. Slowly my hands lost their senses and my breaths were getting calmer.  Heaviness took over my eyelids as I closed them after my eyes traced the wet grey orbs once again.