DATE UNKNOWN, TIME UNKNOWN.
Blurry shapes move in and out of my vision. The effect is dizzying, so I shut my eyes against them. Muffled sounds push against my eardrums. Things are touching my skin—or my skin is touching the things, I'm not sure which it is. I don't know what anything is. Strong scents hit my nostrils and I open my eyes for a fleeting moment. A dark-haired woman stands over me, her teenage son leaning past her shoulder in earnest, pressing the palms of his hands against the soft platform beneath me. They look nothing alike. They are not related.
Frowning in confusion, I shut my eyes again and let the darkness—which has been ebbing its way into every corner—consume me.
YOU ARE READING
Permanent Scars
Science FictionPermanent Scars is a story about two messed up kids trying to heal each other, but instead things only seem to get worse. This story's events are also no longer canon, at least not entirely, so read at your own risk! :P
