May 28, 2015 at 02:35PM

"Chinese Whispers"-Prologue by Dakota Marvel I feel nothing... My ears ring, and buzz... My eyes shut, light from the day trying to pass through them causing what would be total blackness to lighten slightly... But...nothing else... The already cold, damp ground was intensified by the breeze...but I didn't feel cold, I only knew it was cold... I open my eyes, the light burning them, it's hard to look up for too long, and instead of looking at the rising sun, I look around at my surroundings, still dim, but for some reason, even the residual shadows leftover by the night and being swallowed up by the promise of day seems... Bright. Colors are brighter too, having a weird tint out and around the shape of the object, the trees and its leaves looking as if it were in high definition, and a kind of goldish hue around them. What was weird about the hue around the objects that was unique to the object itself was that it seemed as if certain point would change color, making it seem like it was moving, and when these certain spots changed color, it didn't automatically change color, it was as if it were drawing in the colors... I hear everything, some noises I can't even distinguish, or even come close to identifying...the smells of damp soil, and the mildew of morning perfuming my senses, incredibly amplified. Where am I? What am I doing out here? I thought as I looked down and realized that not only was I outside, but I was...naked. My eyebrows furrow, my face in an expression of total confusion. Something was missing... Why was I thinking about that when there are other more... pressing matters to think about. I stand up, noticing how effortless it was, and looking for signs of any trauma to my already alien body... Nothing. No bruises, no scratches, no pain... No pain, I thought as I raised my eyebrows in a curious manner, remember for a moment how horrible it was for all those years... But more curious than that were the patches of my body where my pale skin was stained by dirt, and dark red stains, and behind the smell of soil...was the smell of blood. My scar, I say to myself....it's...gone. I try to remember what I was doing before, and the vague memory of Ashley pushes its way through my supposed amnesia, and curiosity was replaced with anxiety, a tight coil in my stomach churning and churning. I remember vaguely talking to her about a place we were going to party.... I don't remember the party...oh my god.... The last memory I have, is walking along the trail a few buildings away from mine, and then..... Blank. Nothing else. I look around for anything familiar. Nothing, yet again; no way to even know where I am, or how to get to a more civilized part of land. I feel no pain, but I now feel...weird. Something is different, there's no pain, but coming more and more out of my daze, I now feel everything; as if a slow creshendo had been playing out in my body, slowly going from zero to 100 in a slow but steady wave. I feel sounds, I feel light, I don't even know how to describe how much and what I feel...but I also feel a...presence... Not a presence of someone watching you, or a presence of anyone at all, but the presence of...knowing...as if someone was dragging you by an invisible leash to a certain destination, but to no avail; a slight tug towards a certain direction. And with a sigh, I slowly start walking, my arms crossed out of modesty. I started looking around at everything, noticing how everything had that tint around it, and they were different colors, and a constant smell; everything smelled much different, but also had a constant smell, as if you were smelling a rose and having it smell like more of a perfume, but still keeping the natural aspect of it, and everything had that natural smell, a constant undertone. I was becoming aware of vibrations constantly running through my body; both coming from the soles of my feet and coming in through my ears, varying in intensity, always changing. The somatizations I was experiencing were always changing, and too unfamiliar to compare to anything similar I had experienced in my lifetime. I could feel my heartbeat, hear it pumping blood through my body. An hour later, I had reached what I assumed was a road, and it was too ambiguous of a road to tell if I recognized it or not. So, I started walking down it, looking for signs of a house or maybe some kind of road sign I had seen before. I felt the sound before I heard it; vibrating from my head to my toes. It was an irregular, abrupt onset of what seemed like, high pitched frequency; in which another set of irregular deep toned frequencies seemingly responded and instead of abrupt, came in waves. As the source of the sound came closer, I recognized it as two distinct voices, the vibrations turning into distinguishable words and pitches. It was a child or woman and a man talking to each other, and until I got closer, or they did, I wouldn't know for sure. I started walking towards them, like a dog that had picked up a scent and tracing it back to its source. I walked slowly, unsure of myself, yet oddly at the same time was extremely sure of what and where I was going. As I winded around the road, I saw a girl walking along the road; talking on a cellphone. Something familiar about her.... I ran towards them. "Wait!" I called out, my voice sounding loud and anxious. She turned around, her expression frozen on her face, surprise and shock. "I gotta call you back," she said hurried, closing her flip phone. She was both hesitant and worrisome as she rushed to me slowly walking towards me I looked at her, not even out of breath... I should have been out of breath, but I wasn't...and as I let that thought slide I swallowed hard and begin to speak. "Where am I?" I asked; the only thing I could think of to ask them at that moment. At first in shock, she was now looking in all directions pensively, not at me. "Are you okay? What happened?" she said watching me closely and looking over the blood and dirt stains on my body. Thinking about the question, and not knowing anything about what was happening to me and unsure of what has happened, I looked back up at her; whispering the first thing I have been sure of all morning... "I'm...not sure."
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