Blindly Forgotten

Confusion 7

CONFUSION 

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7

ADEN

I blinked, feeling the motion but not the sight. I still saw black, but I couldn't worry about that.  

This annoying crying was driving me nuts! Sob, sob sniffle, sob sniffle. Enough!  

Shaking fingers combed through my hair, moving it away from my cheeks and forehead. Uncertainty filled me as I tried to come to terms with the unfamiliar touch.  

Another hand moved from my shoulder to my chest before the stroking hand left my hair and circled my neck. Something landed my my chest gently before little drops of water landed on my collarbone.  

Someone was crying on me! I let out a huge breath and raised my hand trying to find the person on me.  

My hand touched a raised and hot section of skin, and I knew immediately who it was. 

Guilt and shame filled me as I examined the wound.  

I did this, I knew I could do it. The reason I never left the shelter, I couldn't control my anger and people got hurt.  

She didn't deserve this. No one did.  

 

My parents tried to take care of me, taking me to doctor after doctor to see how I could electrocute the people I touch when another car came at us and killed my mom and dad. That day I lost my sight from a head wound, and later my hearing from an even worse injury falling or rather pushed down the stairs by a rather unruly guest at said shelter.  

I could remember my parents faces, my dog and my friends. But I couldn't remember my name. I couldn't remember anything beyond the people I mentioned. Colors and smells and sounds, but not anything that would help me find my family.  

Kenna though, struck a cord in me. I didn't like her, not in the least. She was annoying and self righteous. Had an answer for everything and it pissed me off.  

But she didn't deserve to have hand raised to her like that.  

I panicked when I heard her fall. I didn't know how badly Id hurt her, so I thought I would find her bathroom and some first aid and something, anything to help her.  

A gun went off and I jumped. I bounced my head off of something on her wall and hit the ground like a ton of bricks before passing out from the pain.  

Had she heard the shot then? Did she think I was dead? These questions had obvious answers but It shocked me.  

"I'm so sorry, Aspen." I took a breath and let it out.  

"Get off me." I growled. I did not want her crying on me about me. Jesus, it's stupid.  

She yelped in surprise before I heard a crack and a whimper of pain. "Ow ow ow ow ow." 

"You're alive? Ow. . . Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"  

Woman, will you shut up? I wondered but found myself chuckling anyway. I could just imagine her big brown eyes wide with concern but rimmed red with tears. Her pink cheeks would be swollen from crying and her ebony locks would be poofing around her head from the way her body shakes when she cries.  

It's adorable and . . . "The fuck?" How did I picture that? How did I know that?  

"Does it hurt? Aspen?" She asked, touching my cheek, and I jerked away, for the first time feeling myself without my glasses.  

"Aspen?" 

"I'M NOT ASPEN!" My head was pounding in pain. I couldn't be Aspen, right?