Memories

Mark was lost. It was that simple and he knew it. He had awakened in a white-walled room with nothing in it but a table, a chair, and a glass of water. The water was half empty and he stared at it trying to remember how he had arrived at this location. Nothing came to mind. He was calm about his situation, believing that he had simply forgotten what he had done. It was a constant occurrence these days for Mark as he would often spend the days drinking and smoking. Mark was seventeen and he had a simple life. He would go to school, learn, then come home and drink and smoke all his pain away. Pain. Suddenly, his arm burned with a flaming sensation. He looked down to find his arm charred. His arm was severely burned and his calm expression suddenly changed as his eyes bulged wide.
“My God!!!” Mark yelled it out, shrieking at the top of his lungs. That’s when he found he was tired, incredibly tired. He was having trouble breathing and speaking, but to his surprise he found it was easy for him to stand. “Looks like ya finally woke up.”