Hollow Memories

Nothing…. Emptiness…. Void…. That's all that there was before I awoke. Staring up at the clean white alabaster ceiling. My first thought was everything was just too clean. The walls were also that clean white alabaster. The bed was soft, like I had never before in my life slept in a bed so soft. As soon as my senses began to clear I felt the throbbing in my chest. Like the air had ben knocked out of my lungs and I couldn't take a full breath. I looked around at the small room I was in, noticing a small cabinet to the left of the bed with some clean, white towels stacked on top. There were also used towels, caked with dried blood on the floor to the side.

  The pain in my chest was bearable yet annoying. I reached my hands up to pull down the white shirt that covered my chest and my hands came to a sudden stop after a few inches. They were bound by strong, leather restraints. My struggling to break the restraints was futile but tiring. I had barely used any energy at all but felt dizzy.

  "Rest now, you have been through much in the past week." Came a voice from the far left of the room. 

 I looked over and noticed a door that wasn't there a minute ago. Standing in the opening was the silhouette of a medium sized man wearing white, blood stained clothing and a leather apron. I couldn't make out any of his features from my angle, as the room was softly lit by candles and he was in the darkly lit doorway.

  "Questions will be answered in time."

  Just then the blackness began to wash over me. I felt the world around me get fuzzy as a drifted back into unconsciousness. I was vaguely aware of a ticking in the back of my mind….i felt hollow, like a piece of myself had been taken. But the ticking was there taking me back into the darkness. Tick, tick, tick………