Nausea waves, pain. Far, somewhere far away, I heard noises. I couldn't make out anything, I didn't know the language, I couldn't even tell for sure if it was a voice or whether it was birds, maybe even some other animals.
That my state of agony and moments when I came to consciousness was followed by darkness again. Each episode began and ended the same way.
Darkness, blackness and nothingness. The complete absence of everything, And I could only remember that moment when my consciousness was restored trough pain.
I felt like a being without beginning. I had no idea who I was, why I was in the condition I was in, and in what condition I was.
Waves of pain passed through my entire body, I was cramping and twisting on the damp floor I was on. And it was this pain, however intolerable it was, that brought me back to reality, however strange it may have been, allowed me to remember that I was alive. In my condition, there was no way I was going to tack passage of time. All I knew was that sweet and biter minutes of pain and agony.
It was not until a moment when it came to my mind to make the sounds clearer during one of those episodes. A sliver of greenish light above me. The sounds were still indistinguishable to me.
And dark again.
This time it was something different, I felt it through some sensations around me. I was different. The nothingness around me was still impenetrable and desolate. But this time I was aware of my being, my body. That distant pain that had awakened me so many times, He was still present. Now I felt it as just a gentle breeze. At the same time, I knew that my body was suffering a great deal of torture, somewhere, wherever it was. I had an awareness of my presence. However, I had no memories.
Unbearable pain, headache waves. Wind - I hear the wind. That green light is golden now. No voices, just the howling wind. The pain was relenting and distant, and I was still aware. My vision was still blurred and I couldn't discern anything.
And dark again.
Haunting!
Reminds me of victims or torture, rape, and child abuse, those who say they detach from their body and whatever happens, it's "not me," it's "only the body," and while an awareness of pain continues, this detachment somehow keeps the person alive. You nail it!
Thanks. I had some weird ideas, so I wanted to try a story like this. Thanks again for the kind words and support.
Ah, I found it. Part 1. How intriguing. The narrator seems to have been tortured, and barely has any memory of what happened to him.
That would be so frightening, to have lost oneself and to have lost all bearings!
On to Part 2.