The Truth of the Past[1]

"Ugh," a groan was the first thing I heard. It was my voice, so it was probably me.

My body was heavy.

Heavy with exhaustion.

I tried to rise, but I couldn't…

…I tried again, but it was futile.

Something…

Something was holding me back.

'What the heck?'

Am I dead?

Fuck!

No, no, not after everything!

"Ugh," I groaned again, but this time, I felt something cold on my lips.

No.

Something liquid pouring into my mouth.

"Ugh," I groaned again, but suddenly the intense pain I felt began to fade away slowly.

I could feel it.

I was regaining strength.

"Huh?" My eyes opened, and directly above was a bright light.

'What?'

Is that a bulb?

I tried to see it clearly, but my vision was still the same.

Hazy.

I then tried to move, but…

…I couldn't. Something was still holding me back.

"It seems you're awake," I heard, then tilted my neck to the side.