The Truth

Well...

This is my story of what has happened in the past three years. I have been through quite a lot... But I'm getting better. Until a year ago, I couldn't even remember my own name, and who I was. But I'll try to tell you everything I can remember. So here it goes...

     I woke up in a gray room with cracks here and there. There were cans of pears, peaches, and beef in the corner of the room. Adjacent to these cans were holes and a jug of water. As I looked around, a surge of coldness rushed to my head, making the world seem slower and everything seemed farther. I couldn't remember much after that. I just remember everything being so silent and dark. It seemed like solitary.
     The next thing I remember was some mumbling. These sounds... It wasn't human like... It was a sound that was indescribable. But it was definitely a language I understood. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but I could hear the words "some," "two," and "day." All I could see was a image flashing too fast to recognize. It seemed so familiar, yet it seemed so foreign. I focused on different parts of it as it flashed, but all I could make out was a girl with hazel eyes. Her eyes looked like shards of glass someone tried to put back together. Her hair was... different. It seemed brown at first glance, but as I focused on it, it seemed to turn red, then black, then a very dark navy. The color was constantly changing, making me feel uneasy. I could feel a connection, but that connection seemed broken. I'm probably making no sense, but it feels like your heart knows that person, but your brain denies it. I still felt very cold, but now my hands were numb and I couldn't even feel them. As I closed my hands, I felt a surge of coldness again.
     Then I blacked out again.