Leilani.
First came silence, a never ending silence. Then came pain.
I knew no other feeling besides pain for so long that I had become so accustomed to it, it became a part of me. And sometimes, a few times where I'd lose hope and wait patiently for my death, the pain would subside only to be replaced with a weird kind of chill.
—That or the annoying sound of one of my mates calling out to me.
For the past couple of —days? Months? Hours? I had no idea of time anymore— I had grown too used to and had become quite dependent on that quiet voice at the back of my head. The one that claims to have always been there but had been too far away for me to hear; So today, when she whispered to me to open my eyes, I didn't question her.
I didn't complain about how many times I had tried to do that in the past, I simply did as told and gasped when my eyelids fluttered open to reveal a crisp white ceiling.
