Forgotten

Prequel

The color of an abyss, an empty room, or a forgotten memory: It was the color of his eyes. Black. My mind has gone black. All memories of him are lost. Never will I feel this pain again. Forget him along with the words and moments that were shared through the years. Yes, I must forget it all. Who I am, who he is, whose house I lived in, but most of all, what has happened. I must forget it all.

            “Let the darkness take over.” My mind told me as I curled farther into the corner of the room. “You will learn how to live life again. You will no longer be broken. Fall into the darkness and be happy.”

            I nodded in agreement and closed my eyes. Raven hair, onyx eyes, pale skin, porcelain reflection, hard jaw line, a gentle smile, tingling skin from one touch, the silky smooth feel of lips; it all slowly disappeared from my memories as the hours went by. I waved them slowly away letting my memories seep into the darkness of sweet nothings. The last outline of his body left my mind at midnight.

            Finally, I was free from the chains around my heart. I smiled to myself in the darkness. I didn’t remember why I was here in this white painted suffocating room, why I was in a gown. I forgot it all, but I didn’t worry because the voices in my head said it was for the best.

        The color black isn’t cold and lonely like everyone says. It’s warm and comforting in a way that only those who have had a madman inside their mind would understand.