Thunder

Thunder. Was it thunder I heard? Bright lights splashed through a veil of darkness. It felt like the lights in the room was suddenly turned on. The bright lights and the room. The room. White against white. Silver apparatus lay shining. In the tiny reflections of the apparatus saw distorted manifestations of images. Masked creatures looking forlorn at me. White and green dressed to the bones. Only the eyes unveiled. Strange tongues spoke at weird accents.

I was held to pay my own ransom and I was wet. The stinging cold spike my skin. Tiny red globules trickled and danced along the surface of my skin. The trickling. It brought along millions of pains along the skin. It was excruciating and yet comforting. I forgot the feel of sensation. Not like this yet so strangely familiar.

The thunder. Ringing in my ears. Sending millions of images of past and present. Never a comforting future. thunder ripping through my body. Thunder.