Summer 30th 513AV
White light. A slimmer of blue. Darkness again.
White light. Some silver this time, for a little longer. No shapes, only blobs of color over the too bright light. All replaced with darkness.
White light, tan, that silver again. Noise, this time. Muffled speaking, shuffled steps. Nothing comprehensible before the darkness took its place.
There was no telling how long the darkness lasted, only that the light and the glimpses of color staid for too short a time. They were lengthening however, those little breaks from the nothingness.
It went on for days. The woman's eyes peaked open for longer and longer periods of time, blank and without comprehension, but they were opening. One day it was accompanied by a slight groan, another a small twitch of the hand. Finally, there came the day she uttered an actual word.
"Lewd..."
Light... Light is morning... Work... Gotta get t.. twork... Lewd'll.. he'll kill.. Her attempted movement was as shaky as her train of thought as she tried to get her arms out of the blanket and stretch. Everything took so much effort, everything felt so heavy. Petch.. m' hungover.. Finally she made the effort of opening her eyes. It was blinding at first, the bright white light. Everything was an out-of-focus blur of color and blobs. After a moment of struggling to see, things started to come into focus. A table, a cup, needles, a white curtain. Needles? Was she already at work? No, there were no curtains at the tattoo shop.
This... this isn't my bed
The fact took a moment to process, but once it did she was hit with a jolt of realization and panic. Sitting up too fast brought bright lights and stars to her eyes blinding her already blurred vision and making the rising sense of panic even worse.
"No- PETCH!!" In a clouded struggle to move the woman fell from the bed onto the cold hard floor, taking the blankets with her. On hands and knees she attempted to crawl away in hysterical desperation but nothing would cooperate. Her legs moved like a puppet on loose string and her hands refused to properly grip the floor or the blanket she was becoming more tangled in. WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME?! Suddenly there was yelling around her as someone gripped her arms.
"Gods NO NO LEAVE ME ALONE!" Her voice, usually firm and angry, was nothing but a hoarse shriek. As more hands came to pull her from the floor, voices rose trying to calm her, but she was too far upset to understand that these people could be helping her. Her struggles to hit at the faces and arms around her were weak, each landing with little more than a pat.
As hard as she tried to be angry and frightening, her usual reaction to unwanted situations, she remained the vulnerable, disoriented, and scared figure that was being lifted back into her bed. Her eyes, usually red with rage, were an uncharacteristic pale yellow and welled up with tears. Her hair was messy and dark, devoid of it's old, long faded rainbow dye. Everything about her looked like someone who had been devoid of physical activity, nutrition, and sun.
Eyes wide she desperately looked around for something, anything even remotely familiar in the strange place. She remembered nothing, nothing about coming here, being here. Then suddenly, from just a glance, a face came into focus that stood out from the pool of strangers handling her. She barely knew it, only from a quick chance meeting, if you could even call it that. But at this point, any kind of recognition was better than what she was going off of now and she clung to that tiny sliver of comfort with every bit of strength she had.
"You! The, the painting, those petching birds!" Without knowing what she hoped to accomplish with it she reached her arm out to grab his clothes, ultimately doing little more than brushing his leg as the man passed. Faint images surfaced in her mind as she tried so hard to break through her clouded thoughts: her practice sheets, the dark painting, the window. "The cafe..."
Her arm was restrained before she could make any further attempts. As she was placed back onto the bed, straps placed tightly on her wrists and ankles to keep from hurting herself, the strange people continued to try to comfort her and tell her what was going on. Still too emotionally chaotic to hear them, the woman laid back in her bed defeated and afraid, choking back sobs.
"Vagiks... I'll kill you... I'll kill you if you don't let me go..."
