Act one:

The warping

rippling

darkness

wraps me up in its cold

hard

warmth.

Everything is nothing.

Nothing is everything.

I wonder how to describe the indescribable. I do not see, but I know. And I do not feel, but I know. and I do not hear, but I know. And I know that I am standing on water. And that my reflection is blurry and that a faint light whispers for me to come closer, my feet leave the ground, softly. and I know that I do not know who I am, or who I was, or who I will be. Or if I ever will be. I am terrified. And try to turn back.

But this inexistente world of known, swirls around me, and I open my eyes, slowly, slowly.

Act 2:

I am laying on a stiff mattress in the glaring bluish light. I’m heavy, my own weight pulls me painfully down as I try to sit up. I forgot about gravity, and it takes all of my strength to lift my head. Eyes hover over me. some hopeful. But the others are confused. “I want to sit up” I whisper, relieved I can still talk. Someone, fumbling with the little remote, slowly brings me to a more upright position. Now I can see that I am bony and frail, and wonder why I am so heavy feeling.

I don’t look very strong though… just pale. Someone across the room catches me off guard. The only one in the room that sparks my memory, even if can’t tell what that memory is yet. She stares back at me, her eyes wide. She is laying in a cot like mine. Maybe she is in the hospital the same reason I am. She looks the way I feel. Her eyes are water and sky, but dulled and rough edged.

She is hollow looking, and reminds me of an old aspen tree, that could fall any minute on a windy day. She is still. And never takes her eyes from mine.

Act 3:

every thing seems to empty out of me, as I feel a sort of pull towards her. and my reaction to this must show, because the girl in the other bed goes even paler at the sight of me. But now I am lighter. so I stand shakily, and come to her.

Which was a missjudgment. I stumble and so does my reflection. A mirror. My face turnes hot at my mistake. But everyone is still crowded around my bed, and see my body laying there stiffly. I cry out as I am tugged back to my body and wheeze my lungs full again.

Coughing, I gulp the water that is hastily pressed to my mouth. The person with the cup is suddenly laughing and crying. The cup falls out of his hand forgotten. As my brother wraps me up in his arms. And I laugh too because I didn’t forget the brother I love. It’s still not all there, but I know this is my older brother. With his light brown eyes and explosion of freckles. We don’t look anything alike but I know it’s true.

Act 4:

the room throbs like a heartbeat and goes dark. I honestly don’t expect to wake again, but I do. And I’m sitting in a windowsill, my brother across from me. He glares into my face, and I notice tears on his face. He whispers something than shouts it “why can’t you remember!” He wipes his face with his sleeve, then “can you even talk anymore? It’s like you’re not even there!” “Yes” I whisper. I am now. But I don’t know if I was. “It was all dark” I shudder, wishing I could stop the darkness slowly creeping into my vision again. “STOP!” I choked. but it won’t. And my brother shakes me as I skip forwards. This time, I come back like lightning. My eyes snap open. And I am dancing. Leaping, and weaving my arms through the air as the light dims with the music, I finally slow. The audience explodes with applause, and the animals come to me and dance beautifully on the stage with me. But then they disappear, and I realized they never really existed. I wonder if I’m going crazy. Or if I already am. The darkness trys to close is again, but this time, I claw myself out. Clinging to the image of my brother’s face. But it’s not his face I see anymore. It’s mine. I scream until I find, again, that I am staring into a mirror.

I grip my hair, still tense. But the mirror doesn’t. Instead, she looks at me calmly. “Why is this happening!” I whine. I sound like a maniac, but a can’t help it. I hate living like this. But she answers coldly “this is all because you turned back.” She reaches out and grabs me by the neck “you’re supposed to be dead” as she drags me, I try to pull away from the cool fingers that dig into my skin. I leap. The mirror shatters and clatters into an encore as I take a final bow.