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"My... my vision.... Why is it so blurry?!?!"
"Oh you sally. It probably isn't permanent Steve, and I'm relieved you are finally awake. I mean I'm not a worrier, but when you are out cold for a couple days, even I get worried!"
"Wait... Wait what did you call me? Who are you... Where am I?!?!"
"Shh... Calm down... Shh" The man whispered as he gently forced me back into my... my... I'm actually not aware of what my surroundings are, but it was rough, itchy, and pointy like... like some sort grass. The man must've seen the confusion in my face because he responded with a deep concern that can only mean he is nervous,
" Wait you... you don't remember? You don't remember the crash? Do you remember who I am?!?!"
That last question sounded particularly important to him, but I was afraid, and I was so shocked of what I just heard, knowing that wouldn't be the most shocking news I would hear, that it made me numb and unable to reply. I was slowly regaining my vision and what appeared to be random pools of color became more like the shapes I was used to. And then it was if I was struck by lightning, or at least it exploded into my mind like one. I was seeing a vision of some sort, it was dark, rainy and well there was lightning that appeared at random like this vision, but then I realized we were on a plane... We... Who was we? I forgot, but then there was an exploding, massive sound and I returned to myself in reality, losing my vision world that felt like it existed at one point in time. Of course I was not writing this down so it all happened in the blink of an eye at speeds at which only wordless actions can produce. Well my eyesight was almost fully back and I can see the sillhouet of a human figure looming over me, and I realized I still hadn't answered this mans question. After seeing that vision I felt like I knew a part of me that I hadn't before... and I just realized That is the first thing I knew about me although I am not sure what it is yet, but I had the guts to say, " I... I'm sorry, but... But I honestly have no clue of what you are talking about."
The man, which by now my eyesight had fully returned, was about in his late thirties, had chestnut hair, which is a mess, but looked strong and looked like he was a working man who worked for a long part of his life. I just realized he had a blackish suit that can only be his work uniform, it had just buttons and a collar and was actually more navy than black, now that I think about it. Then I saw his pin and realized he is a pilot! Was he driving the plane? Was there anyone else that survived? I had a ton of questions to ask him, and then I realized he was talking to me. He was talking about how he dragged me out of the wreckage and how he went crazy for about a day thinking it was a dream. I had to stop him there because I had to hear the whole thing. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "You weren't listening to me the whole time? Well I guess I'm going to have to restart my story. We were all in the plane I was supposed to take you to a place called Aurora, but there was a storm and we crash landed on this island. A lightning bolt must've knocked out an engine, or two possibly because we plummeted like our plane was lead. Well anyways we crash landed on this island and I dragged you out of that plane. I went crazy-" "Yeah I heard that part already," I rudely interrupted. "Alright, then I built you a bed, took some water from a stream nearby that opens into the ocean, and got some fruit from some of the trees, and now you are up." - I WILL BE WORKING ON THIS FOR A WHILE SO COME BACK :)