15 June 2012
I felt the blood rushing in my ears; bringing me back to my heartbeat-which was fast-I tried to force an eye open, white light entering and temporarily blinding me. I forced it open again, trying to get a grip on where I was. As I adjusted to the light I managed to take another look. More white.
My head spun as I lay there awkwardly, the floor was cold, damp and hard; the room, small and bright white. I rolled over onto my front, with the hope of getting onto my feet, I got to my knees, doubled over with my hands on the floor.
It was all too much, the effort of holding myself there, in consciousness while my brain screamed for answers. Sod it. I collapses on the floor, slipping into sleep.
He was in a forest, dense and dark, filled with beeches and the odd pine. All towering high above him. A wind began to blow, stirring leaves into their mad dance. The wind came from all sides, howling in the trees, which all leaned in towards him. He was the centre of everything. The eye of the storm which was growing more violent by the second. He turned; dived towards the ground cradling his head, the white light spilled in, faintly to start but becoming ever more intense. It filled the forest. blinding.
I felt the cold again. Cold and damp.
Story Opening • Opuss № I