Between Two Worlds

I open my eyes and see nothing but white. I don’t even hear anything other than the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears. Where am I? What the heck is going on? Slowly, I climb to my feet, my head is pounding as if someone were inside of it beating it with a wooden mallet. The migraine must be affecting my vision somehow. I hold my hand out in front of me and wave it about. I can see my hand just fine, but my vision seems blurry like something isn’t quite right. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to will my head to stop hurting. Finally, my hand comes into focus and stays in focus. That’s when I realize that the blanket of white seems to be some kind of fog. Am I losing my vision? Is this what it’s like to go blind? If only the pounding in my head would stop, I might be able to think.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence. “Rayanna! Where are you?”

That voice, it sounds familiar. “Wolfe?! Is that you? I’m over here!” I shout.

“Yeah, it’s me. Now, where are you? Over where, exactly?” Wolfe shouts.

“Just follow the sound of my voice!” I say. “You keep talking as well, and I’ll head your way,” I say, heading in the direction I estimate his voice to be coming from.

“Okay. Good idea.” He says, only now his voice sounds further away.

What the heck? I swear his voice was coming from this direction. Ugh! I turn and head a different direction. “Wolfe?! Can you hear me?”

“Yeah! Can you hear me?!” he shouts.

His voice sounds closer again. I must be heading in the right direction this time. Good. “I got turned around for a moment, this stupid fog!”

“I know what you mean.” He says, far away, again.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” I scream out in frustration. What is going on? How is he far away, again? I turn in another direction and start walking.

“Rain? Are you okay?” Wolf says from even further away.

“No. I’m annoyed. I keep losing you. One of us keeps turning the wrong way. Let’s try a new tactic. I’ll stay here and you come to me.”

“Good idea.” He says, sounding closer again.

“That’s it. Keep coming in this direction.”

“I still don’t see you.” He says, once again, further away.

“You went the wrong way!” I shout.

“Impossible! I am walking in a straight line.” He shouts, sounding closer again.

“You sound closer again.”

“And you sound far away.” He says, once again far away. “Why don’t I just stay here.”

“Do you know where we are?” I ask.

“Not really. I just woke up here.” He says from a distance. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I fought to get to you but I am no match for the Ghemin guns.”

“It’s alright, Wolfe. I forgive you. I’m sorry that I kept you from having a real life. Is that why you ignored me when I pounded on your cell?”

“What are you talking about? You were never at my cell.”

“Yes, I was. Before I was taken to Everly Station. I yelled your name and pounded on the clear glass type wall. You didn’t even look up.”

“Rain, I promise you didn’t. I would have heard you. The glass in my cell isn’t that thick. I could hear the female in the cell next to my own.”

Really? That’s odd. I swear that happened. I swear that was in this world but who knows? “I guess it doesn’t really matter. The question that does matter is, where are you?”

“I was on _____ station. The next thing I know __ here.”

“You sound funny like you are on an old radio. I missed what you said.”

“I said I am ______. Where are you at?”

“You are still breaking up. If you can hear me, I am on a planet called Rojus. I’m not sure of the coordinates.” The pounding in my head increases causing me to cry out in pain. I fall to my knees, place my hands on either side of my head, and grimace, waiting for the pain to pass. What’s going on? Why am I hurting?

“____ find ____blue ____ remember.”

The pain is coming in constant waves now, each wave feeling stronger than the last. I fall to my side and curl up in a ball, my hands still on either side of my head. Why? What? And as another wave of pain crashes over me, I start to remember things. Kat. The chat about her past. Sitting in her apartment. Leaving her apartment and going back to my own. Sitting on my couch. The strange voice. The pain. The blackout. This isn’t a migraine.

I was hit in the back of the head with something. So that must mean that this is a dream. That would explain why Wolfe was fading in and out. Why I couldn’t find him, and he couldn’t find me in this fog. But if this is just a dream; how do I wake up? No sooner than I think that, then the mysterious white fog starts to vanish. Soon, I am surrounded by inky darkness, once again, with only this pounding headache to keep me company. Have I actually died this time?