Egotober - 2024

8. Skateboard || Chase Brody

Chase lay curled on his bed, his fingers tracing the stitches that ran across his neck over and over, squeezing his eyes shut to keep his tears in.

"Chase, are you listening?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah, sure," Chase whispered, nodding slightly.

The doctor sighed. "Alright. How about I ask some normal, every day questions. Would that help?"

Chase wasn't even sure what that was supposed to help with, he hadn't been listening, but he nodded regardless, keeping his back to the doctor.

"Ok. Let's start with hobbies. It's ok if you can't answer some of these, I understand that you've been having memory problems since you arrived."

Chase huffed. They had said it so calmly, as if he hadn't been dragged here against his will, and had instead knocked on the door asking for a room.

"Right. Did you ever play basketball?"

Chase shook his head, his fingers crossing over the stitches faster and faster. He might end up bleeding, but he didn't care.

The doctor went through a list of sports, all of which Chase said no to, before they let out an exasperated sigh, and asked about skateboarding.

Chase froze, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. "I-"

The doctor said something, but Chase couldn't hear it over the ringing in his ears as memories started to drown him.

All he could see was himself on a skateboard. He caught another memory between his teeth of teaching someone familiar to ride one, long brown hair spilling out from under a red hood. His name was on the tip of his tongue. His best friend? He had a friend? He could skateboard?

"Chase," the doctor said firmly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Chase's eyes opened and he realized that his cheeks were wet with tears, his fingers now latched onto one of the stitches, warm blood leaking down his hand and onto his bed.

Who had he been with?? He needed to remember his best friend, why couldn't he remember??