We are all forgotten,
No one ever remembers us.
No matter how hard we try to keep in others memories,
There is nothing we can do.
But,
There are some that manage to keep their memory alive.
And those are the people that become our
Demons
You awoke yet again, you looked around, and felt a cold metal tight around your wrists. Attempting to pull away, you felt the chains pull you back. Looking up completely, you saw the warm light of the sun, looking forward a little you saw a dark clothed figure walking towards you, when you finally saw her face, her details came into focus, long dark hair, one eye was a peicing blue, while the other was glowing red, the rest of her face was covered by a black hazmat-like mask.
She stepped up to you, and kneeled down to your level. She grabbed your chin with her bandaged hand, and she spoke " You have been forgotten, and so have I" you looked up at her with longing in your eyes. "I know who has forgotten about me, but who has forgotten about you?" She asked. "E-Everyone" you responded, your voice wavering. She grinned "good". And began walking away. You watched her walk away, darkness consuming your vision, as everything went black once again.
YOU ARE READING
Land of The Lonely
सामान्य साहित्यThere is always a part of us that makes us diffierent from others, but what if there was nothing tieing you to this world? What if, what if with one wrong move, you would be gone? Erased from memory? Dead?
