The Day I Lost Almost Everything.

It was dark, dark and cold as the universe sky, impossible to see anything, no matter how much I tried. But slowly the darkness fade away and I saw where I was. A room, a very small one, with no windows, no doors. Just a tiny cube with greyish old walls full of cracks.

I walked, small steps conducted me to get close to one of the walls. I wasn’t afraid yet my body was unable to move. It took me a long time to get close enough to the old grey barrier and saw that through the impeccable well-constructed cracks it was possible to see lights, colourful yet unbright lights moving faster. I encouraged my hand close to the light. Coldness surrounded my body. I fell on my knees, just to notice that the, as well, grey ground started to break. An intense-painful noise appeared, apparently coming from over one of the fissures that were becoming bigger as the deep hole in the ground was.

My own heart beating made the annoying noise seemed like a peaceful melody. The blood bumped aggressively into my head. Desperately I ran to one of the corners, as if that could save me from the inevitable death that was certainly coming.

Desperation appeared. Every second the abyss I was to fall, was becoming bigger. No thoughts running through my head, no air coming into my lungs. I felt like burning. I lost my vision, my body control.

I ran, unconsciously. I did my best to get close enough to the blue light one of the immense crack was disporting. I jumped into it, without hesitation, without even consulting my mind, it just happened, as if it has been already written.

Distant voices caught my ear, Impossible to figure it out yet clear enough to deduce some speech was taking place.

I barely saw blueish lights coming out from above me. Blurring black silhouettes surrounded me and called out to my name multiple times.I felt their touch on my chest, traces of warm were left on my body by their hands and uncountable electric shocks went over my nerves till made presence in my head. Clear and bright whistles dominated my ears, I tried to reach out for the sounds origins. I saw, fogging as a low contrast picture, which seemed to look like an electrocardiogram machine.

Then I understand I was dying. I will never allow that. I had a daughter and I wanted to see her grow up.

I tried to move but my efforts to do it got stopped by the black silhouettes. Their touch wasn’t warm any more and my name wasn’t called any longer.

Which before looked like blue luminosity became in nothing more than darkness.

Then I was at that horrific place again but this time I saw people in there, all of them wearing long black layers, covering every single part of their bodies, not even the face neither hands were possible to see. One of them took my arm and gently made me walk. Then another one did the same. I felt comfortable, but their touch became harder. Slowly and one by one they surrounded me, making me felt like choking.

I tried to run. I hit them everywhere, but they were like ghosts, visible and strong ghosts wanting to take me to their dimension. I destroyed my throat screaming. I destroyed my knuckles trying to hit something tough as a wall but at the same time untouchable as the air.

They dragged me till a huge stone barrier, black as the sky in a Winter cold night and intimidating as the universe unknown.

An immense beep sound appeared, so strong that made my ears hurt and my eyes blurry. I felt on my knees, exhausted. I put my hands in my ears and tried to stop the painful noise from coming into my head. My eyes closed. My hands didn’t help, they made the sound more palpable and the pain more agonising. I tried to stand up still surrounded by the creatures. I saw them weak, affected by the noise as well as me, then I tested to run.

My name being called again mixed with the painful noise. I felt coward, pathetic and weaker I already was. I was dying and too exhausted to fight.

But then, in the distant I hear a familiar voice; My daughters’ sweet voice.

I felt capable to try again. Even if there weren’t place to go I ran, with my head in pain, with my ears unable to catch any other sound than my baby words, and with nothing but hope in me.

But the pain won over me, it made me fell on the ground. I cried and thought about my little daughter, that petty angel I wouldn’t see any more.

Present

I don’t remember any more than that. My terrifying vision while dying is the only thing I keep on mine from that day. Some people say I was drunk, some others say I crashed, and some others conspirations-lovers say I went victim of some scientific or governmental experiment.

I’d wish I’d tell them to all of them to just shut up. I’d wish I’d talk, move, think properly. But I can’t. I’m a vegetal, that’s what doctors says. I need to feed, hydrate, take sun.

To be honest I feel like a zombie. Sometimes I’d like to die but then I see to my adorable daughter, I hear the beautiful stories she makes in her head, I feel her warm touch and then I remember why I’m still here. To see my baby grow up, even if I’m just a useless human.

An useless human who lost almost everything and now is here, using the last of his mental strength to be telling, telepathically , his stupid story to the next silly person who’s going to live the same hell I did. Maybe, after all, the stupid conspiration-lovers are right.