After weeks having to feel terrible pain & horrible memories I didn't want to go back. I didn't want the memories, didn't want the pain,wisdom or honor.
I just wanted my childhood back, his scraped knees and ball games. I sat on my dwelling alone watching through the window seeing children play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days, ordinary lives free of anguish because I had been selected, as the others before him had to bear the burden.
But the choice wasn't mine, I returned each day to the Annex room,
The giver was always gentle with me for many days following the terrible shared memory of war.
"There are so many good memories" the giver reminded me. Giving loads of them after each painful one.
At first it was just a sunburn but later it kept getting worse. I felt isolated not being able to tell anyone, having to keep it to myself.
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The Receiver
Fanfiction[Completed] In a world where everything is under control. Their no fear or pain.No choices, every person is assigned a role in the community. Will she choose To stay at the community or leave with Noah (Book 1: The Receiver Completed) (Book 2: The...
