Eira

Everything was pitch black. Why was it so dark? Was I dead? The last thing I remembered was people fretting over... Right. I had been stabbed. Why wasn't it hurting? Did you not feel pain after death? I always wondered what happened after death, or at least I think I've always wondered. Yeah. I had no memories, I almost forgot. Ironic, right?
I was just in nothingness. No light, nothing to see, I was entrapped. What was this? What did people do after death?
I seemed to be on a floor, laying down, so I got up. It seemed as if my limbs were as light as air. I had the same body, I really was me, but I felt as if I could float. I started moving forward in hopes of finding something, or someone. Was I going to spend eternity here? I mean, was my soul already traveling around the world?
Would my memories ever come back?  Thoughts spun in my head.
No, I don't want to be here. I don't want to be trapped. I started running as fast as my legs would take me, blindly. I literally was closing my eyes, my eyes threatening to tear. I don't know why I was so deeply affected, but I don't want to feel like a bird in a cage.
I ran into something all of a sudden, a void bringing me back from the depths of abyss. Was I dead, was this really life after death? No. No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. I heard the voice again.
I had kept running after I had ran into something but now I stopped, my eyes slowly opening. My name.
Colors started to blossom, shades of red starting to appear from the center, light and faded, and then more vibrant shades came, filling my world with the colors I hadn't seen before in it. Greens, oranges, yellows, then blues, pinks and purples came in the same way and I had come to a beautiful place.
The large dark pointless was actually this when color was shine one it. That seemed metaphoric in a way.
Sometimes you need that person's voice to bring color back to your world and make it pretty again for everyone else.
Thank you, I whispered, to the voice. Another time. One after another. My name kept being called, and I didn't want to respond. I couldn't respond. I just opened my eyes.
"She's awake," I heard. Ciara. Right they were trying to help me.
The light was blinding, and I murmured at them to turn it off. Everything was blurry, and I didn't open my eyes all the way.
They also didn't seem to understand what I was trying to say before, so I tried to move my arm to put over my eyes, and my stomach and shoulder started burning causing me to put it back down. "Don't move, you're hurt."
By this time I was awake, and the pain still hadn't stopped. Really, I should've stayed in that dream.
Now what? The demon, was it dead? "The monster," I croaked out.
"We don't know if it's gone yet."
Right, my shoulder. It burned too wasn't it. Well this is great, right?
"You're okay." Same voice as the one before I lost consciousness.
The elaborate colors of the dream still didn't escape my view as I looked around the deathly scenery. Skyline Academy. Why did that sound so familiar? What even was this?
Why was I at a school like this? A school where you...
I trained my thought off, not even wanting to think it. And the butler demon. I killed him. He killed Ena, though. How much better does that make me? The ice I had shot from my hand, the ice that froze the butler dude, was it because of me? My thoughts were in a mess, anyone pain made it hard for my thoughts to perform clearly. After, another thing came to my mind.
The small boy, the fortune cookie, how familiar the scenery felt to me. What was that place? I had been there before my memories escaped me. I knew I had.
"Here," Altair said, handing me a plate with three slices of toast on it. "We had lunch, but you weren't awake. I grabbed something for you." I didn't realize how hungry I was, so I tried to move my hands to grab the bread from him. I winced and Ciara held my arm back down. she took the plate from his hand, and I bent my elbows back so my wrists would reach my collarbone, and another headache of pain came. Quite annoying. I probably should be complaining at this point, but I don't want to be full of self pity. She handed the food to my hand, and I started nibbling on it, slowly.
"What happened after that?" I asked, quietly. I didn't want to start a conversation about something like that, but I really wanted to know.
"After we left, I don't know the details, but that Kera was hurt. Aureole took Kera to Bolt-- or was his name Volt? Well, that guy's room, and he's looking after her at the moment. Aureole hasn't been found, and there's a few other people alive. And about half an hour after we brought you hear, all the monsters disappeared, and an announcement came that it was time for lunch." Altair stated, in a monotone, soft voice, averting his eyes. Something else happened to them, you could tell. I didn't want to press the subject if they didn't want to talk, but I still felt like asking one time wouldn't hurt.
"Anything else?"
"N-" Altair was cut off.
"We were showed a room we would be taken to for punishment. A torture chamber. There is a literal torture chamber in this school," Ciara said, her voice wavering, as I could tell she was trying to stay strong and confident, her black hair almost a curtain for her.
"School is starting tomorrow, and uts almost time for you all to be asleep. I don't think you should be alone all night so, Ciara, can you take her?'
She nodded and Altair picked me up as I let out a scream. Gosh, that hurt. We walked towards her room, which looked like something that would the room of a bay girl. It was all pastels, but there was a huge vanity, closet and other luxuries.
She told him to set me on the bed even though I argued that I would sleep on the couch or floor.
"The couch is too small for an injured person, and what if I accidentally step on you if you're on the floor?"
"That probably would be a horrible mess to clean up."