~Fading~ [original story]

Day 3

It was just past midnight and I was trying to escape him. I didn't want to be involved with these people. I stopped, because I could no longer remember why I hated them so much. I thought I had the memory, but it... faded. "C-caine...?" I asked as he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. The warmth of him, another human.

He frowned at me. "what is wrong with you?!" He yelled at me, holding my wrist and waist so I had no way of getting loose. "Did you have a nightmare!? Why did you just run off like that?!" His blue eyes were angered, and he raised his voice with every word.

I looked down. "I can't remember... Why I ran.." I admitted, looking down. He let go of me and nodded.

This night was definitely strange.. Why was I running.. I remember wanting to get to someone. Who was it?

"Caine... Do you have any relationship with me..?" I suddenly asked on our way back to the house.

He shook his head. "We did meet before, but you wouldn't even look at me." He told me, holding my hand so I wouldn't get away

We reached the house and I laid down. The only memory I had now was that my name was stuck between Juliet and 476. I thought I did have memories before then, though.. Somebody who cared about me, and somebody I wished death upon. I remember them, their voices.. It was their faces- their names. I couldn't make them out. It frusterated me until I fell back asleep.

I was awaken not much later, it felt. Caine was hovering over me, trying to get me to wake up so we could get on our journey.

When we set off, he kept hold of my hand. He also re-wrapped my bandages on my arm. It hurt worse than yesterday, but I didn't say anything about it. We continued to Converse, all I could talk about was my dreams. I liked listening to his memories though. When he was little he had a competition with his brother on who could get the most honey from a beehive, and his brother ended up winning. That was the happiest memory he had. Others were depresseing and very sad.. He pitied me, though. I hated it so much. I didnt show any signs of hate, not yet. He was too nice and if he hated me now, I'd have no hope of finding my memories.

The frusteration that I couldn't remember my most loved person was bothering me, though. I remember them caring for me... and telling me not to go outside.. I stopped in my tracks. I had forgotten about my sister.

"is something wrong?"Caine asked patiently, stopping. I couldn't answer at all. The courage wasn't there. it was hiding in my chest, and it didn't intend to tell me where it's hiding place was.

I clasped my hands around my ears and my legs fell from under me. Every memory i ever had with her-- Sayla, was flooding in too fast and it was hurting me. I couldn't take it. I felt light headed and sick and I couldn't move a muscle.

Loneliness... again. This feeling that I was all alone. Caine was still next to me, trying to get me back to my senses so we could keep walking. I couldn't see anything, just slight blurs of movement is all. I was alone in this world. I was the only one who was going through this. I knew it, I was the only one who couldn't find anything in their memories. An empty folder waiting to be filled was all there was now. Caine had memories of children, parties, races, school. He was lacking friendship, I had noted.

All he ever talked about was his brother, his dad, his mom, his grandma, his birthday party that was ruined, when he went swimming with his brother, when he was bullied at school.

I took a deep breath and sat up, my head was spinning and it hurt. With every move came a stabbing pain in my spine and skull. My arm was on fire, I thought. It hurt so bad.. I realized then that I was crying. This time, I couldn't pick an emotion.

I was happy, sad, scared, in pain, angered.... All these emotions overflowed inside of me, strangling me with all it's might. The memories were still coming on, but not as quickly. Sayla. She was always there for me.

I remembered what we were fighting about. Suddenly. I pushed it away in storage. It was so horrible that I didnt want to accept it as truth. It was frightening. And it was my fault.

I had to sleep, get away from reality for a day. I laid down without listening to Caine, and then drifted into the wonderland I call slumber.