There were many names I was known with but none of them had the ‘Ling'' character in it. I wanted to ponder for an answer but the ache of my head increased and I couldn''t maintain my barely clear thoughts. Hence, I put on halt my hearing and strengthened my will to not lose consciousness.


    An instant later, when I was feeling like screaming aloud for the first time after many years, a flock of quick images and rapid speech ran amok my mind; it was just like a video when you pressed the fast-forward button more than a couple of times. Nevertheless, despite the velocity and my dizzy head, I could discern the crying woman''s face along with some of the other people present besides me.


    The fear of the unknown invaded my heart, overcoming the physical pain I was feeling but as I had my intense years of training backing me up and the grinding of my wrecked life, I calmed down after few seconds of my inner tremor. Though I couldn''t make sense of this situation yet, by how worried the people of my surroundings sounded, I would have time to contemplate things slowly or so I hoped as all my senses were shutting down—my consciousness was fading—my will could only endure my exhaustion so far.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    I didn’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again; I only knew I hadn’t dreamed anything of what I had heard and seen before going unconscious as I was seeing the same old wooden roof.


    Sunlight was what illuminated the place now. By the brightness and fervid colours I saw through the window, I could say it was evening—the beautiful sunset was coming. Yet my body still felt bad and I was thirsty.


    To my bliss, the feeling wasn’t as bad as before; my body was answering me as I could feel my limbs moving, and the pain had become a slight tickling, Does the pain diminished or my body adjusted to it, upping my threshold of pain again? I questioned myself. It was difficult for me to know it as the cause of it was unclear to me.


    Either way, I shook my head. It wasn’t the moment to be thinking; my mouth was begging for some water so I turned around to get up but when I supported my hands on the soft bed and saw them, I stood still.


    My hands… Why are they so small?


    Are they really my hands? I moved them for confirmation and they were mine, indeed. Nonetheless, I didn’t admit it, No, they aren’t my hands and this… this body is not mine!