Reborn

I gasp; it's as if trying to breathe underwater, my lungs are filled with air, but it isn't enough. My breath is shaky, I keep attempting to breathe, the difficulty is dawning upon me. My mind is groggy, the darkness was of minor solace to me. It had embraced me and seemed to bolster my strength. What remained of it. I feel my body convulsing rapidly, it has no rhyme or rhythm, my muscles are pushing against my skin in an act of rebellion against my very being. Steady yourself, steady. 

A brief respite; more moments pass, and yet the pain resists. As if my very skin is crawling out of my control, my fingers are deathly chill, my breath now arctic in feeling. What is happening? What had happened? My mind is a scramble of emotions that I do not yet know of. I'm grasping at straws, trying to find any reason for my existence having not been expunged; I am alive. I am here, in this darkness, I am here.

My breath is finally steady, my eyes clamber open against their will; the view matches what I had been seeing before, pure darkness. Not a single source of light was anywhere, after mere moments my sight began to yield something -- a bed. I was on a bed, the room brightens in my vision, my eyes dancing upon the tabletops across the room. It was cold, decrepit, and yet it felt safe. This strange, unwelcoming sight, felt like sanctuary, the main perpetuator of those emotions seemed to loom close.

"You are finally awake." a regal feminine voice spoke, as if whispers that meandered around my mind had put me to rest. How had I not noticed a -- person. I urge my body up, lifting my body half-way up the bed as my eyes are guided towards the source of the voice. My head tilting over and moving their way up. Within my vision, it is clear; a woman of ephemeral beauty, her hands were slender, nails as sharp as knives, and yet as elegant as a dancer's. Her skin was porcelain white, the veins that covered her were a vibrant hue of blue, as if imitating the moon during the hour of blue. Her hair raven black, in stark contrast to the pure white that was her skin. It extended down to her waist, sleek and regal. My eyes finally rested upon her face, it was a sight that no mere mortal should be accustomed to; her eyes were piercing, a vibrant red that had echoes of blood to them, her cheeks were gaunt, her jaw was sharp and striking. She was no normal woman; she was far more, that much I could see from just a single encounter.

"You were asleep for near enough three weeks now." Her monotone voice worked in tandem with her elegant cadence. "You must be hungry, full of questions, and yet, do not fear for there will be answers. Now, you rest." She was whispering to me, lulling me into a state of pure rest; her voice that penetrated my eardrums seemed to work like ambrosia. Her instructions were easy to follow, I should follow them. She clearly means me no harm, or else she would have already acted, no? My body falls back into the sweet embrace of the bed, the comfort that was long forlorn.

Wait, three weeks? What about Darius, what about mother? My eyes instantly shot open, my body following, before my feet rest on the cold wood of the floor. "Did I not say to rest?" I seemed to have angered her "Lay down, we will discuss matters soon." Oh, how heavenly her voice sounds, how much I want to just let her command me off into a blissful rest, but I have to know what transpired.

"Where am I?" My breath was elated as I asked.

"You are... in your new life now."