Read An Excerpt From Chapter 2 Of A Shattered Soul
Voices floated all around me. At times, they were muffled. Others, they were loud and clear. Shrouded in darkness, I drew upon my senses in hopes of deciphering my whereabouts. Yet nothing seemed to come forth.
A disconnected feeling ran along every inch of my body. It was as if I had no control over my own flesh. I lay there struggling with my inner self, willing myself to move. To speak. To do something. Anything. Yet nothing happened.
Swirls of color danced against my eyelids, a kaleidoscope of shapes that I could not decipher. Panic and a sense of claustrophobia began to set in as the darkness crept closer.
Where am I? I wondered. What the hell happened to me?
A sharp moan escaped my lips as I struggled to remember. Fragments of my memory surfaced. The images frightened me as they poured forth with such force that I was powerless to stop them.
I lay there watching the montage of colors converge and weave throughout the encroaching darkness. Pictures of my life engulfed me, my breath catching as I saw things I had no wish to remember. Things that were better off left in the abyss.
Yet something, or someone, wanted me to acknowledge what lay buried deep within my soul. Love. Pain. Heartache. Sorrow. Happiness. I could feel every single emotion creep across my skin. Each and every one of them clamored for attention and I could do nothing else but lie there and let them in.