our hearts are made of glass.

Thick fingertips were pressed against my head; no relief. They were making what seemed to be shards of glass be pressed into my skin, sink even farther. My pale eyelashes flickered, and I winced as I opened my eyes to stare at what could either be my savior, or my greatest foe. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but I was positive it couldn’t be human. Nothing that beautiful could be human. It’s gender didn’t matter, though if I was forced to guess, I’d say it was male. There seemed to be a silvery aura around it, emitting neither heat nor cold, but comfort. It was speaking to me, but I was far too amazed to be in its presence to take any note of what it said.

At this point I couldn’t remember, nor did I care for that matter, what had put me in this predicament. I kind of felt like my whole life my perception had been masked by fog, and at that moment a wind was sweeping in, pushing it away. My limp body was pulled up off of the burning concrete, and I was being carried. Every fiber of my being told me that this was the only thing that could save me, even though I knew a thousand things could go wrong from here.  This could be a serial killer, a rapist even. Though, now that I think of it…I’m not entirely sure what kind of sicko would be interested in awkwardly proportioned blonde women.

Not only were my surroundings constantly changing, but I was blacking out a lot, so it seemed that for every second that passed, I was miles away from where I had been the moment before.  The only real things were me, and the hands that held me.  And I wasn’t even sure if we were real.  My body was soon cushioned by something much softer than what had been holding me previously.  It smelled lightly of some discount fabric softener I’d bought on sale sometime.  Something a bachelor would buy to try to impress a lady friend.

It is amazing how a simple smell can spark such a memory; such a realization. As I opened my eyes, the room seemed to swim before me.  If it was not for the fact that I was breathing freely, I might have believed my apartment to be under water.  My eyes burned with tears I needed to shed, but couldn’t.  You know that state where you are so upset, so terrified, so bewildered that all you can do is breathe? That’s where I was; confused, pained, and exhausted on my couch.

Words were climbing up my throat, and I spoke them before I knew what they were.  “What happened?” After they escaped, I blinked. Had anything actually been said? If it were up to me to decide, I’d probably say no. It was a good thing it was not up to me.  My savior spoke, I saw his lips move, I could feel the vibrations tickling my ears.  One simple word had never before given me so much repose.  “Rest.”

Rest? It was so imperative. I had no authority over myself, I must rest. I must obey…and everything was black.  Deep, calm, eternal, dark.  I was the only thing in existence. It was nice to be gone for a while, to know that my breathing was my only responsibility. I’d needed it for years, but this was the first time I felt like I was aloud, like I’d earned it. ‘But how, how did I earn it? What happened? I must ask them when I awake. Whenever that may be.’

Just something I started a long time ago, deleted, rewrote, and found tonight. Comments and critiques are adored(: