Embers of MemoryA flash of dancing red. A searing pain in my foot. A scream in the distance. A name shouted out to me. A muffling cloth restricting my breath. The crushing blackness.Embers of Memory6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The smoke permeated my senses, forcing me to taste it with my nose; to smell it with my mouth. To see it with my ears; know it with my eyes. I could feel it with my mind, and hear it with my fingers.
Someone was holding my hand to his burningly painful face, and shouting at me, begging me for something. "Don't you dare leave me!" he shouted, "I won't let you! Fight it, damn it, FIGHT IT!"
It hurt so much; I just wanted the numb blackness to come back.
"No, don't go," he sobbed, "Call me selfish, but I want you here. You just can't go away!" I hadn't the power in me to even wonder vaguely who was speaking.
All I knew was that the voice was male, horrified and sorrowful, and that my heart gave a painful lurch at his words. I didn't even have the strength to wince, though I could feel my heart pump its last beats.