User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27054314-20151011095930

Last Awakening, By Eimpulse The darkness seemed as though it was all I had ever known. I had forgotten what it felt like to see, how beautiful it was. My eyes slowly fluttered open as bright light appeared, attempting to burn away my sight again. Straining to lift my heavy arm to rub away the discomfort in my eyes, I realized that my hands were bound to the bed I lied in. No longer in a clam stir I quickly blinked away the blurs and thankfully realized I was in a hospitable bed. A bouquet sat on the table next to me with a note that I couldn’t quite make out. As I scanned the rest of the room, I had to take a double look. I was still somewhat woozy, but I noticed a figure staring into the conner. A chill, no a sharp pain jolted up my arm from my wrist where a bloody bandage was as I stared at it. I had to look away. “Where am I?” I spoke softly. “You can’t go back if thats what your asking. You have to understand that before we can began.” A toneless voice replied. I again looked towards the figure. The pain worsened in my arm closest to my wrist. “Who are you, what are you talking about?” I replied in confusion. “I’m your liberator. You wanted to escape so I came to great you. The sooner you understand, the sooner we can began.” This voice was disembodied. The pain in my arm became too strong. I looked away to the card near the bouquet again. Fully awake with fear, I could now make out note. "We were here for you, why did you leave us." I, remember now. "Finally, we can began" the figure walked towards me with a sinister smile.