October 6th 2020
Prompt: "Have we met before?"

Quiet from Matilda inspired the title
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All I remember was darkness.

It was murky.

It was quiet.

But it was empty.

If I could scream into the void and it would just get lost. But I couldn't scream. I tried. I tried many times but for some reason it felt like....like I was apart of the void almost.

  It stayed like that for what seemed like life times.

  Silence.

Then at some point....after I don't remember how long... I suddenly could hear whispers. Small murmurs. At first I couldn't make out what they were saying. They were soft like the beat of a butterfly wing. So indistinguishable that even the endless void couldn't catch the sounds.

  Then one day it began getting louder.

  There was still static but gradually words began to form.

  "Garmadon....."

  "Ninja...."

And finally...

"...The Quiet One..."

I wasn't sure what the words meant. I wasn't sure who I was or who I had been. All I knew is that I was trapped in this world of emptiness. Like a bug stuck in a box. But slowly someone was opening the lid.

Suddenly I had tunnel vision, light shining around me, the darkness fading away. The emptiness was gone but in its place was pain. I felt it through my bones, through my head, and through my blood. Everywhere sparked with a horrible ache. I could barely speak, my thirst for water never ending. My throat was like sand paper. All I could hear was beeping and voices... so many voices. I cried out in pain for that was all I could do as the voices and the beeping and the beeping and the voices continued on and on and on-

Until it stopped.

When I awoke again the pain was still there. But it was numbed slightly. Like someone had put a filter through my pain. My other senses had come back. My hearing as good as ever but suddenly smell, taste, and touch had returned. I could smell a sharp tang of medical things like antibacterial items. I could taste some sort of medicine residue on my tongue. It was biter and horrible. I could feel a million wires attached to me, stuck in my arms, attached to my nose and my face.

Sight was the last to come. I slowly opened my eyes, yelling out at the brightness. I heard a rustle from beside me, someone talking urgently as they dimmed the brightness. I blinked, smudges and fog clouding my vision. Someone offered me a cup of water. I accepted the gift but was too weak to take it so the person simply tipped it into my lips. My vision began to clear. The things in the foreground becoming more defined. A giant blob began to draw faint lines over an male's angular jaw. Mussed hair and a tired face greeted me. But what stuck out was the boy's huge, sad, green eyes.

They were like leaves of summer plucked from the trees. Or emeralds ground into his iris. Beautiful and bright, full of life and I couldn't help but get lost in them. I frowned as I stared at the face. Something was there. A memory. I racked my brain but I couldn't find anything there. I knew words, I knew colours, I knew shapes and items. But for some reason no memories confined my mind. No pictures or people crowded in nostalgia.

But those eyes... they were there. First they were wide with happiness but suddenly they changed. Full of anguish and sorrow. Yes, emotions were there. They were connected to this person. I felt some sort of bitterness there but as I focused more on it the emotion slid aside into sadness, regret, and guilt. What was this? What was going on? I blinked, coming back to the present and staring at the person before me. He stared back, appeared nervous, tired, and unsure.

I opened my mouth, licking my lips in hopes of getting some moisture there as I swallowed. Words and sounds formed in my mouth until they rolled clumsily with disuse out of me.

"Have we met before?"