Memories
I have this thought. Undisturbed in my mind. It’s just one mental image. But it’s blurry. I can’t make out who the image is of. But they seem familiar in a way. This image is associated with a voice. A voice saying “soon I’ll be gone, as distant as stars and you’ll never see me again but I’ll see you”. I don’t know is this has a meaning to me. I can’t remember any part of this person. All they are is a blurred memory in my sub conscience. ….
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My head was killing me. It felt like I was moving. Like I was in a car or maybe a train. I opened my eyes. I looked up and I could see the streetlights racing past through the window. I heard a couple of voices talking. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. It felt like I was dreaming. Then suddenly I jumped. I was in a car. The bump of a pothole woke me up. It wasn’t my car or any car I would recognise. I looked at who was sitting next to me. I couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. He was dressed in a nice suit. He knocked on the slide separating the back seats to the driver and passenger seats. The slide folded down just a couple of inches at the top. The man in the sunglass spoke to who ever was on the other side. He said, “ She’s awake”. I assumed he was referring to me. The dark tinted glass rolled up again. The car suddenly came to a sudden stop. The man in the sunglasses left the back of the car and someone else hopped into the car. He sat down and shut the door. As soon as he had gotten himself in the car we drove off again. He looked at me and then looked down to some papers on the floor of the car. “You didn’t give them much thought, I guess” He said in a sarcastic tone. I looked at the papers not giving much notice. “What are they?” I asked the stranger. He picked them up and shuffled them around; probably to put them in the right order. He handed them to me.
They had been put neatly back into a cream coloured folder. In the right top hand corner it had my named followed by a number “Milla Guevara – Number: 336717” it had written on it. I opened the file. The first page looked like it had contact detail and such. I read it. All of it seemed correct. Then I took at look at the next page. It looked like a chart from a hospital. It had my name on the top and described different conditions and wounds. It said that I was suffering from forced short-term memory loss. The writing about my condition said that I would be admitted into Macille Mental Institution. I looked at the photos attached to the document· They were of me, stapled to the record sheet. It looked like a mug shot. I looked at the other ones. There was one of a lady. She was in a hospital bed. She had breathing tubes attached to her. The tubes linking to a couple of different medical machines. There was a bandage around her head and on the right shoulder. It had a sticker attached to the bottom of the photo. It had my name. The photo of the lady was me. But I didn’t recognise it as me. I just saw it as a drained, bruised, broken poor girl. I kept on reading the other reports. While all these emotions boiling up inside of me. I didn’t know how to feel. I had just had a stranger hand me what is supposedly about me. I don’t remember being in hospital. I don’t remember the incident. I don’t remember him. The one memory I want. The one I have but can’t be seen. This memory is driving me slowly to sanity. I want to find him. I want to hear his story.
I grabbed the pen that the stranger next to me was holding. I wrote something on my arm and went over the letters a few times so it wouldn’t fade. It said “find him”. The stranger next to be and gave me a funny look. I couldn’t distinguish what emotion it was. Then he grabbed my hand a caressed it, holding it in his. His touch was warm and soothing. Then our car stopped. We were outside a pub. I didn’t ask why a pub. I didn’t want to make any noise. Just trust the strange but comforting touch of my new friend. We walked around to an ally way next to the building. There was a door on the side with a sign saying ‘Staff Only”. I assumed these men knew the owners. We walked through a small area that looked like the bathrooms and towards some stairs. We followed the stairs to a small hallway and entered a room with a couple of couches and a TV. The man that I was walking with turned to look at me and pointed to a door. “That’s your room there. Best get some sleep and we’ll explain more tomorrow. This is Alice. She’ll keep an eye on you” I asked him where he was going. “ I have some unfinished business to take care of”. Alice seem nice. She had murky sea green coloured eyes. He skin tone was a pale colour but not too pale. She also had long auburn coloured hair. Tighten back into a neat pony tail with her fringe covering her forehead. She didn’t seem to speak much and was a lot like the little sister. I got the impression she just wound up her by chance and no one wanted her around. After everyone had left I went to lie down. Alice didn’t speak she just sat down to watch TV. I fell asleep to the drowning sound of the television.
