The black cement floor felt cold against the warmth of my body. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling a sharp pain in the back of my mind as I try to sit up.

Where was I? Why was I here? Why can I not remember?

My vision was still blurry, the energy needed to even stand up was nonexistent when I needed it most. I try to place my hands on the ground to give myself some leverage, and almost slip. The mysterious liquid was everywhere, making my hands feel warm and cold, all at the same time.

The voices...they never stop. It's like trying to find a specific voice in a crowded farmer's market. You will never succeed. You will drown in the endless void of screams and whispers, like me, accepting them.

They stopped.

I open my eyes, the pale glow of a streetlight illuminating my surroundings, startling me.

Red. Everything is red, deep as the crimson red eyes that burn deep into my soul as I stare into the blank phone screen.

I pass out from screaming and crying at the loudest I can with my frail lungs, waking up after what seems like a infinite time loop of just that moment, forever.

My eyes, they hurt. I can't open them. Constant pain washes over me as I struggle with whatever godforsaken reality that some shitty deity that decided to entertain itself put me in.

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I hear footsteps around me.

The voices, they are calm now. Soothing.

"Please, try not too move so much, Ren."

My head feels like actual lead being melted in a foundry. Nothing I have in my brain makes any sense, and then makes complete sense. I quickly get forced down onto what feels like a hospital bed, and once again lose consciousness.

I wake up.

I feel absolutely miserable, but stable. I can see my mother and father around me; my mother crying and shaking, my father barely holding his composure.

My mind is blank. Nurses, doctors, and what seems like just random people come into my room, trying to almost interrogate me on what happened that day, the day everything went dark.

I quickly grow more and more furious as their unrelenting questioning continues for the next days, or at least I assume days. I have lost track of time, laying down here in this bed, my mind progressively decaying as I stay here.

I've had enough.

After a progressively heated shouting battle at literally everyone I can lay my tired eyes on, they finally stop. 

Apparently, my "condition" is getting better, and I am allowed to leave in a week or two, depending on my rate of rehabilitation.

It has apparently been 2 weeks since that day.

What feels like 2 eternities, another 2 lifetimes has crossed me by the time I finally stand on my own legs.

The nurse guides me into a long hallway, and into the main lobby. It's day, and the sunlight hurts. It hurts so much, it burns. But only for a few seconds, to where I transition from literally dying from daylight to being completely fine.

I am so confused and somewhat scared, but I just ignore it for now. I let the nurse guide me into the big glass doors that separate my temporary version of reality and a new world unknown to me, and push them open.