It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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"I want you to look through my dormant memories."
"No." He says. "I won't. Not now. You're in too much pain, you could barely handle it before."
"I need to know." I state.
"How about this, if it's something you still want after careful consideration and when you're fully healed, I'll attempt to do it. Until then the answer is no."
"But what if they've done something to me?'
"Exactly, you'll be scarred if you remember it. Maybe it's best that they did take your memories away. I know you want to know but maybe knowing isn't the best option in this scenario."
"They could've done anything. My mind is coming up with the worst possible scenarios and after what I've seen I'm not too sure they're misguided." I state. "For all I know they could've put a chip in my arm so I'm sorry if I seem crazy right now but I just- I don't-"
"You don't sound crazy." He states. "I just don't like to see you in pain." He admits.
I sit up on the bed. I rest my back against the wooden headboard and tuck my knees towards my chest.
"I don't want them to take anything else from me." I confess with tears in my eyes.
He reaches out for my hand and intertwines our fingers. Sparks fly through my body at the delicate, comforting touch.
I look to our hands then up to his face. My eyes meet with his.
"I won't let them." He tells me. "You're safe with me, I just need you to let me in on these plans of yours."
"There was more people down there. I want to help them."
"I know, I figured as much but you need to focus on getting yourself better first."
"But they could've moved them by the time I-"
"Maliah." He says, interrupting my sentence. "You need to put yourself first for once. You can help them, just take some time to heal. You only got out of there a few hours ago."
"The doctor said I'm good."
"No she didn't." He counters. "She said to take it easy. Your cheeks are scraped and bruised, you have a swollen, black eye and a busted lip. That's just on your face." He states.
"I'm fine." I repeat.
"You're clearly not fine, Blue." He says. "And that's ok. You don't need to be fine all the time. You can't save everyone at every second of the day. You need to take a minute to breathe."
With my hand still in his, I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I let the air fill my lungs and relish in the fact that I'm still alive. They hurt me but they didn't kill me which means I have the chance to heal.
