Posted Jun 27 2012 - 09:16 AM
Before you read this continuation, you should read the story that precedes it, otherwise you won't understand anything at all.Here we go.I am confused.I am lying on a table. It looks very clean, very white. The room is bright, and the light hurts my eyes. I blink several times, but I can’t see anything else. I think the walls are white. Maybe the floor is white. There are no windows. Is there a door? There should be a door, right? Do rooms have doors?I do not understand. I vaguely remember a destination. A destination that was mine but not mine, remembered but not remembered.Is that possible? I don’t know.Where was the place? I fell through a hole. Was it a hole? Did I die? Why did I fall? I am so confused. I still do not understand.I remember a face. I do not know who it was, but I know them. Do I know them?Am I insane?I am frustrated. Is that the right word? Is it a word? Why can’t I remember anything? Why don’t I know anything? How come I’m not allowed to understand anything? I am so confused.My eyes hurt. The light is too bright. I want it to go away. I raise my arm and I swat at it, but my arm does not move. Why is it not moving?I look down and I see my arm. It is held to the table by something. What are they called? I don’t remember. I want to remember. I want to know. I want to understand. I am so confused. Let me know what it is.I look at my other arm. It is held by things too. What are they called? Why can’t I remember? Let me remember! I want to know! I want to know! Let me know!There is a sound. The hurting light is stopped and I feel blind. I squint, forgetting my frustration. There is a face, but I cannot see it. It waits and I wait until my eyes let me see. It is a mask. His mask is green. His body is green and white. I know him.Do I know? Can I know? Am I allowed to know?I remember him. Before I left he was there. Why was he there? Why did I fall? I should not have fallen. There was nothing to fall into.Restraints- that is what they are called! They release me and the Toa grabs one of my arms, pulling me off of the table. My feet hit the floor and my legs buckle, but this Toa holds me up. Who is he? Why is he helping me?“Who... are... you?”My voice is dry. My voice is scratchy and it sounds old. My voice sounds dead, like it has not been used for a thousand years. It is very unappealing. I do not like it. I want a different voice. Can I have a different voice?The Toa laughs and guides me into the wall. But it is not a wall, because I just pass through. It is a doorway that is not a doorway, a wall that is not a wall. There is no door and there is no wall. There is a passage and it looks exactly the same.I do not like white. White is making me feel sick and trapped. I want to run away from this confusion. Why can I not run away?“Do not run and I shall guide you.”He speaks. It is a voice I remember but don’t. I do not think he was a Toa. He is a Toa. But he was not. I do not know why I know this. Should I trust him? Do I trust him? I understand. I have no other choice. Or do I have choice? Do I know? What is this?“I will explain everything.”His voice sounds reassuring. Why doesn’t he tell me now? What is his name? What is my name? Why do I not remember?I remember keys shattering on a street as if they were glass.I remember rotting wood collapsing underneath me.I remember that terrible, terrible incident.I remember my name. I remember his name. I remember... I do not remember. It is gone again. It is like a wall against my brain and I do not like it but it will not move, because it is a wall and you cannot move walls. I scrunch myself up and stop. I make the Toa stop with me.I.Will.Remember!“Remember...”My voice still sounds ugly. Is that the right word? I do not care. I will remember. Why can I not remember? It was horrible. Horrible things are remembered. You do not forget horrible things. I will remember horrible things. I will understand!I can remember.It is...It is... so...I do not like it! This is not what I...I do not...So horrible... it is so terrible...The Toa puts his arm around my shoulder. I shrug him off. I know him, I know me, I know everyone. Why am I alive? I did not do anything. I did not do anything good. I did not do anything bad. I did not do anything in between.Why is he here? Where was he? Why is he a Toa?So many questions...Too many answers...I understand... and I do not want to understand.I want to....Be....Confused....I want to be confused... because remembering that is the most awful experience I shall ever encounter within this life.That's it for now. I hope you all enjoyed this, and comments (and more, criticism) are greatly appreciated. I do have plans in mind for a third (and final) entry within this small series, and you can expect to learn more about this Matoran, the Toa, and where they are then.Once more, C&C appreciated.