Birth

Darkness...

That's all I remember...

All consuming darkness.

It erased my sense of time...

I don't remember anything else.

I don't remember who I am or who I was either.

I know I exist!

I have to exist.... I'm thinking.

Right?

Anyone?

Nothing, but darkness.

My old friend!

No, it wants me to believe that.

It wants to dull my senses, my sense of self.

It wants me to fade away.

No! That too is not true.

I have to wake up and figure this out.

Arms. Can I move my arms? How do I do that?

I have to think. Arms, move!

I feel nothing.

What is this existence? What am I?

What is that? It's different from the darkness.

Is it Light?

I don't understand.

What is going on?

That must be light. It has to be.

Finally, freedom!

This might be my mind playing tricks?

No, it is real. The darkness fades as the light pulls me closer. I feel metal and heat. What is going on?

The heat replaced the light. It is all I can feel. The pain. But now it fades. I am now the heat. I still don't understand. How can this be?

Ting....

What was that?

Ting....

What is that?

Ting....

I am being molded.

Clang....

It must be a hammer.

Clang....

This must be my life now.

I don't know how long this is going to go on. How long must I be here? I have to find a way to measure time.

.... the clanging stopped. What now? This heat is different. And now.... it is fading quickly. I feel stronger. Harder. Yes! No more banging!

Sparks.... Why sparks?

Who am I?

Oh, I feel someone holding me. I have to focus. What is he saying?

"It's too bad. It was looking pretty good for a while."

Who is that? That voice?

"Chuck it in the scrap pile."

No! I'm here! Don't leave me!