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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 04/03/2023
Wounded
Born 1997, F, from MO, United States(From The Awakened’s View)
Ugh. What happened? Why am I all wet? My head. It hurts so much. Why does my body ache so much? Wait... was that a gust of wind? Something is warm on my face, but I feel so cold. There is something gritty beneath my fingertips. Sand, perhaps? I want to open my eyes, but I am so exhausted that it’s too much effort to lift them even just a hair. Hold on a minute… was that a voice? More voices? I can’t make out what they are saying.
Another gush of wind makes me shiver. Silence. All the activity stops. “Kyle?” A male voice asked cautiously. Kyle? Who is that? I don’t think that is my name, but I can’t remember what it is. A strange turn of events it seems. The voice speaks again, but much more quietly, and another, a higher one, responds in the same manner. What is going on? I have so many questions. I feel blackness invading my mind and then…
(Two Weeks Later From Lisa’s View)
I watched as the healers brought Kyle some more medicine and he takes it while warily gazing at them. Why can’t he remember anything? I had talked to our master healer and he told me to be patient. I hope his memory will return. He was my soon-to-be-husband, but he disappeared fifteen years ago. I thought he was dead. Many of us did. I married someone else and have had my own family for so long. When I was told that someone had found a statue made of stone at the edge of a cliff and it looked like Kyle, I thought they were fools. Turns out they were right. He had been turned to stone years ago and was left undiscovered for fifteen years.
I had gazed at that statue for many days and nights wondering how he could be freed, but one day one of our mountain friends came to us claiming the stone man was waking up. Those words… I can’t get them out of my head. When I saw the stone melt from him and he collapsed to the ground, I was in shock. We all were. Here he was. Alive, but a blank slate. No idea who he was or who we were. He had no idea what happened or where he was. My poor Kyle. This is going to shock you when you find out all you missed.
(One Month Later From Kyle’s View)
The people of the village told me my name was Kyle and that I had been missing for fifteen years. Many believed I was dead, but was really under a spell and encased in stone. I learned many things after waking up, but not at once as I guess they didn’t want to overwhelm me. Fair enough. It’s a lot to take in and understand but to be honest… I’m not sure I am taking it too well at the moment. I was engaged. When I went missing, she married another and had children with him. My parents died in a fire. My best friend went crazy with grief and hasn’t been seen since. My siblings are married with families or are traveling abroad. Most of my other friends have moved on with their lives in their own ways much like my siblings. It’s strange.
Then I see my own gravestone. Sitting cold and dark in a corner of the village graveyard. My death was supposed to be the day I disappeared. My head hurts so much when I try to adjust and learn the new ways of the village. It’s not so bad I suppose because I don’t remember the old ways. I asked the master healer and he told me that since I had been under a spell for so long and hadn’t been awake too long, my memories might return, but then again… they might not.
The bustle of the village… the breeze wiping through it… it's beautiful, but that slight gust reminds me of the day I woke up. It is troubling. Haunting, in fact. I can’t believe such a little thing can cause me such distress. I don’t why I was put in stone or who did it to me, but they must have had a reason, right? Does no one do without a motive? It’s hard facing everyone with their smiles.
I know they’re fake. I can see it in their eyes. They’re trying to be kind to me. I appreciate that, but it doesn’t help the darkness that storms inside me. It raises its ugly head every now and then. I don’t even remember what I was doing when the master healer came rushing in. I looked at him in surprise and his eyes were sad. I looked around me and saw so much broken things surrounding me. My clothes were torn and there was some blood. Something wet had run down my cheek and I knew it wasn’t blood, but tears. I am broken now. No longer the person I was before. Who am I now?
(Three Years Later From Lisa’s View)
It’s been a while since Kyle died and it still tears at my heart. I knew he was struggling with everything, but I didn’t think that this would happen. Another village had found him and he had just passed in his sleep. No one knows how or why, but now he can be truly free from his torturous bonds of life. None of us knew what was going on with him, but I could see the look in his eyes. If I close my eyes, I see him and his eyes. The poor man. Led a life of courage and fearlessness saving many lives only to have his taken so soon. Rest In Peace, my dear Kyle.
Wounded(Odette Rivers)
(From The Awakened’s View)
Ugh. What happened? Why am I all wet? My head. It hurts so much. Why does my body ache so much? Wait... was that a gust of wind? Something is warm on my face, but I feel so cold. There is something gritty beneath my fingertips. Sand, perhaps? I want to open my eyes, but I am so exhausted that it’s too much effort to lift them even just a hair. Hold on a minute… was that a voice? More voices? I can’t make out what they are saying.
Another gush of wind makes me shiver. Silence. All the activity stops. “Kyle?” A male voice asked cautiously. Kyle? Who is that? I don’t think that is my name, but I can’t remember what it is. A strange turn of events it seems. The voice speaks again, but much more quietly, and another, a higher one, responds in the same manner. What is going on? I have so many questions. I feel blackness invading my mind and then…
(Two Weeks Later From Lisa’s View)
I watched as the healers brought Kyle some more medicine and he takes it while warily gazing at them. Why can’t he remember anything? I had talked to our master healer and he told me to be patient. I hope his memory will return. He was my soon-to-be-husband, but he disappeared fifteen years ago. I thought he was dead. Many of us did. I married someone else and have had my own family for so long. When I was told that someone had found a statue made of stone at the edge of a cliff and it looked like Kyle, I thought they were fools. Turns out they were right. He had been turned to stone years ago and was left undiscovered for fifteen years.
I had gazed at that statue for many days and nights wondering how he could be freed, but one day one of our mountain friends came to us claiming the stone man was waking up. Those words… I can’t get them out of my head. When I saw the stone melt from him and he collapsed to the ground, I was in shock. We all were. Here he was. Alive, but a blank slate. No idea who he was or who we were. He had no idea what happened or where he was. My poor Kyle. This is going to shock you when you find out all you missed.
(One Month Later From Kyle’s View)
The people of the village told me my name was Kyle and that I had been missing for fifteen years. Many believed I was dead, but was really under a spell and encased in stone. I learned many things after waking up, but not at once as I guess they didn’t want to overwhelm me. Fair enough. It’s a lot to take in and understand but to be honest… I’m not sure I am taking it too well at the moment. I was engaged. When I went missing, she married another and had children with him. My parents died in a fire. My best friend went crazy with grief and hasn’t been seen since. My siblings are married with families or are traveling abroad. Most of my other friends have moved on with their lives in their own ways much like my siblings. It’s strange.
Then I see my own gravestone. Sitting cold and dark in a corner of the village graveyard. My death was supposed to be the day I disappeared. My head hurts so much when I try to adjust and learn the new ways of the village. It’s not so bad I suppose because I don’t remember the old ways. I asked the master healer and he told me that since I had been under a spell for so long and hadn’t been awake too long, my memories might return, but then again… they might not.
The bustle of the village… the breeze wiping through it… it's beautiful, but that slight gust reminds me of the day I woke up. It is troubling. Haunting, in fact. I can’t believe such a little thing can cause me such distress. I don’t why I was put in stone or who did it to me, but they must have had a reason, right? Does no one do without a motive? It’s hard facing everyone with their smiles.
I know they’re fake. I can see it in their eyes. They’re trying to be kind to me. I appreciate that, but it doesn’t help the darkness that storms inside me. It raises its ugly head every now and then. I don’t even remember what I was doing when the master healer came rushing in. I looked at him in surprise and his eyes were sad. I looked around me and saw so much broken things surrounding me. My clothes were torn and there was some blood. Something wet had run down my cheek and I knew it wasn’t blood, but tears. I am broken now. No longer the person I was before. Who am I now?
(Three Years Later From Lisa’s View)
It’s been a while since Kyle died and it still tears at my heart. I knew he was struggling with everything, but I didn’t think that this would happen. Another village had found him and he had just passed in his sleep. No one knows how or why, but now he can be truly free from his torturous bonds of life. None of us knew what was going on with him, but I could see the look in his eyes. If I close my eyes, I see him and his eyes. The poor man. Led a life of courage and fearlessness saving many lives only to have his taken so soon. Rest In Peace, my dear Kyle.
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