INEFFABLE

Memory

POV- Unknown

The lies and deceits that bounced off every wall in this prison made me sick. I cannot believe people were saying Justice of ALL people escaped. He was given the keys and for years he didn't want to escape. Why now?

     I just didn't get it. I dropped to the floor of my cell. As far as I knew I was the only one who tried to escape. I knew there was a virus out there. I know who was causing it too. They just didn't know they were doing as much damage as they thought. An ignorant soul out there destroying planets in the universe and they didn't even know. How stupid and cruel of them to do such a thing. They should know.

    Yet... I couldn't inform the individual. I was stuck here for eternity probably. I strummed my silver guitar and the silver droplets spilled onto the floor as I played. How was I to inform if I couldn't speak anymore. I could guess it could be an advantage if I was ever to be in battle ever again. To be ruined beyond the point of forgetting where you were at all times. I had someone who helped me remember once. He was long gone on another planet. Another unknown planet far far away from here. Away from this prison. I don't remember my family. I don't remember much at all. I remembered a few things at a time until something else happens. I remembered how to play the guitar. I remembered my friend. I didn't remember his name. I remembered how to breathe and eat. Basic things.

     I don't remember what I did to get inside the prison. I do know this place will come to an end one day. It's a prison of moving meteors floating off connected to each other. It's bound to hit something or burn up one day... Right? I had major intelligence, but for the life of me I could not remember.

     Didn't I tell you I can't remember? I'm pretty sure I did.

    I can't remember. How did I get here again?

    How long have I been here?

    I'm not sure.

    Was I crying just now? I'm pretty sure I was. There was silver droplets on the floor. That was from my guitar yes? Yes, I'm sure it was from the guitar. Why was parts of my face wet? I felt along my face and found silver droplets. Were those my tears? No, certainly not. The droplets must've floated under my eyes. Why did they drop to the floor then? Confusion was useless. I wasn't crying. What was crying again? I knew but I also didn't. Did I tell you confusion was useless? Yes, I'm pretty sure I did.

     Pretty sure.

     Was sure pretty? What a funny question.

     I knocked on my door for the 384th time today. Now it was the 385th time. How could I keep track? My sword was in the corner. When did I put that there? Wasn't it yesterday? Hours ago? My sword had silver droplets running out of it too. Maybe that's where it came from. Not the guitar, or the white walls, or my face, but the sword?

   Pretty sure.

     What's it like to have a good memory? Was memory itself all a myth? Oh well, it was my ability to question everything. A person who loves questions, yet... I can't speak anymore. Why couldn't I speak again?

     I don't know.

     Did I knock on the door today? I probably should. I knocked on the door for the 386th time. A tray of food went under the door and I looked at it with a questioning expression. I kneeled down and picked it up. The tray was cold. It seemed to be warming up though. Why?

    I sat back on my bench and picked at my food with a fork. A black fork. I picked at the greens and forced them down my throat. I swallowed down my supplements with a bit of water. What happened if I didn't take those? I'm not sure.