Confusion

My sleep is peaceful.

My sleep hurts not.

I awake and this ends.

My peace is pretense.

My pain hurts much.

Unwillingly, I open my eyes,

I am on the floor.

I know not why.

I heave in a huff of air,

And find that my lungs scream in protest.

I try to remember why I am here,

What has caused me this pain.

Nothing comes to mind.

I attempt to sit up, when I see a dark figure in the hallway ahead.

I gasp, and fall back, feeling fear for unknown reasons.

Who is this figure?

Why do I feel fear.

The answer is near.

The answer is clear.

The figure approaches,

Not with empty hands.

I suddenly am blinded,

With not even the tiniest glint of light.

Pain. The pain is all I can feel.

My screams are all I can hear.

The figure laughs and removes the restriction of my sight.

I see his face, surprisingly beautiful,

Surprisingly pale and cold.

One last excruciating attack of pain, like no other imaginable.

Then,

Nothing.