I felt the soft grass in between my toes turn into cold, hard, rock. The green grass and canvas painted sky turned into a blacked out blur. I slowly fluttered my eyes open and looked all around, tilting my head to different angles. I smelt the stench of saline disgrace my nose. I tasted the salty tears trickle over my lips and onto my tongue. My eye felt like little strings were pulling it back, like a puppet. Then I realized what had happened. The pain still haunts my dreams.