A continuous memory

Ch 1

It's quite funny when you think about it; if one person forgets something why can't it just be erased just as easy in the minds of the people that memory has affected. Why can't we just ... Reset.

This thought had been trapped in my head for years now, just sitting there waiting for its time as to when it could be set free, let go so to say, and even know I continuously try to forget this memory, every time I think about it and all it's pain it has caused me, my cheeks happily curl into a tight, shy smile.

In a last ditch attempt to try and forget this memory I have booked myself once again into a psychiatrist. I've had my fair share of appointments and was use to the old, rotted, floral wallpaper, ripped chairs and judgemental old ladies at the office desk that sat around here waiting to get made over or redone.

'patient 12.' Said the one of the nurses at the desk. To me, it all looked like a game that these old ladies played. As they scan the room for reluctant patients like me. It was like they just sat there day in and day out portraying themselves as the only sane people in this hell forsaken joint and the most exiting thing that would happen in there day was when they were almost killed by deranged psychopaths.

But the game they played was with your mind, before you could say that you were the patient they were looking for they would have already scanned the room, picked you out of the other psychopaths or daily appointments and judged you on how you will act. You could tell in there up and down glances and slow speech that there guess was right.

'Here.' I quietly say trying not to disturb the other ... zombies... in this place. I made my way up to the desk enduring there judgemental stares as the floor creeks underneath my feet. Even know I was 28 they still made me feel like a child wanting to hold my mums hand out of fear.

'Doctors ready for ya.' She said putting her head rudely down and pointing to the door down the hall.

'Thanks.' I said in the most cheerful voice I had in me just to annoy her.

I walked into into the familiar room but unusually no one was in there to greet me ever so rudely, so I took a seat on the couch opposite the stone fireplace and single seat longing for someone to greet it with his or her butt.

I looked around, nope everything was in its usual spot. The dust on the edge of the wall, the once vibrant but now dead small pot of flowers on the chestnut desk to the right and the hole in the wall where that biker got angry forever imprinting his fist into the wall for everyone to look at.

Before my thoughts could trail on any longer a click opened the door.

'hi.' I cheerfully said

authors note (A/N): hey so this is the first chapter of my story I hope anyone who reads it likes it. I don't know when I'm going to write the next chapter but I hope you like it. Leave a comment and vote xxx