A Thousand and One Stories # 2 You’re Home

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I haven’t eaten anything in three days.

I haven’t slept for a week.

I haven’t opened my eyes in a month.

I don’t know where I am or where I will be. The earth seems to be moving in a slow humming rhythm. Perhaps I’m moving somewhere. My body is numb from the cold. I can feel the cloth draped over my shoulders but it isn’t doing anything to stop the cold. It’s more of a mental comfort from the nakedness than physical warmth. I don’t think I’m alone in this place. I can feel the shallow breaths of others. But no one is making any noise.

It’s taking all my strength to keep my teeth from shattering. I pull the cloth tighter over my shoulders and hear a tiny rip that echoes all over.

I tremble at the sound. I haven’t heard anything in a while too. I had almost thought I was going deaf.

I feel the sunlight before I see it. It’s hard to open my eyes but I try and then close them with a jerk.

Water starts running out of it. And I push my face between my knees avoiding the direct light.

‘Get up.’ I hear the voice, all coarse, unfeeling.

It took a couple attempts of staggering and falling back on the ground before I could stand. But once I did, a hand grabbed my arm and helped me out. I had barely tried opening my eyes that a blindfold was put upon them.

I was almost thankful for it. The sunlight was blinding. I was worried I might have blisters on my skin from the harsh sunlight but then remembered the cloth covering my shoulders and arms. It was thin enough that the sunlight still burnt the skin but thick enough to make me hold it and not be too aware of my nakedness.

I don’t remember much after that. I felt the blackness and numbness creep in as I fell unconscious within five minutes of walking.

But when I woke up, I was in a dark room, on a bed. No blindfold. Fully clothed.

With just a ringing in my ears..and the same coarse voice repeating.

‘You’re home.’

 

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