Wait For Me

Your hand hit me. I was alone, cold, it was dark, but I could see it all. I saw the blood pouring from your heart onto the crisp leaves of last autumn, but it all disappeared. I heard a noise and turned to examine it, but you'd gone. Where, I don't know. The leaves turned into snow and soon became a home for a beautiful flower pushing her weak head through the morning dew. My arms were covered in marks, a secret language, I'm sure I recognised it.

I followed the river, watching as birds flew along with the ever changing winds. I was sure they had become one with nature, but I was wrong. I needed to get to the other side of the river, but it was far too deep to even attempt to cross it. But I tried. A sharp pain surged through my body when I took my first step, followed by a scream and I was gone.

They followed me for a while, looking at me. They were confused. I was the first person they had seen. Air, finally. Gasping deeply, I found a rock to hold on to while I tried to catch my breath. It vanished, the water vanished, everything vanished.

I was alone in a white room, it was big enough to walk around in, but not big enough to find a way out. Everything went dark and I could no longer feel a thing. Floating away from my home, my heart, my life, I let out a cry. I was gone.

You held out your hand, and I found it.