Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Fourteen-Will You Stand Up And Fight

An;; sorry this is so late but I've been working on other stories such as my new timids story "The Purest Souls" and an unpublished story. Anyway, enjoy and thank you for your support
Lucifer xoxo

Drew's pov
Not long after Kier left the solitary confused of my room did the darkness start to fall over the land, starting in the west, which was directly opposite my hospital window. I knew the hour was early so I took the premature dark setting as a sign of winter falling over the land, meaning that Christmas would once more be coming round. That explained the excitement I could see on the younger children's faces as I looked solemnly on the playground below my window, smiling lightly st the sight of such joy, and such freedom. To them, it seemed like a given thing, that they would always be free and healthy to do as they choose (within reason and within the law) and prosper in live, knowing on their death beds that their life had been well spent and had touched the hearts of those around them. To me, freedom was a virtue, and it was all I ever wanted, yet all I never had.

Before this all happened to me, I wonder whether I had been oblivious to the darkness that hung over my shaded future, or whether I too had hope for my life, such as dreams and aspirations that I one day would hopefully achieve. Perhaps it had been a particular well paid job I had been longed for so desperately, or perhaps I had gone for the other popular option of wanting nothing more than the perfect husband, with perfect kids to match. A big house, and a posh, branded car; those all seemed like suitable choices to me, though whether my past self had ever considered one of these was widely Unknown. Perhaps I had longed to travel the world and experience different cultures before a particular age or to break a highly ridiculous world record, just so that my name would appear in the large book they produced of people's crazy,new cord breaking achievements, henceforth allowing me to p,wade my family and friends with my new found talent and fame.. In fact, it didn't really matter what I wanted to do back then because there really was nothing holding that had been me back from doing all those things, not really. I was free and as far as I can remember, I had nothing holding me back, such as sick family or incredibly difficult work commitments. The only thing that had really held me back was... me.

Some days, I was happy the memories went, because I knew how unbearable life would be knowing that I had done so much great stuff and amounted to so much in my short life, just to have it all snatched away from me, replaced for a gruelling life in a desolate hospital room. But most days, all I wanted was to have them back, even if it was just for a second and cost my entire soul. I just needed to know that I had been happy once and that someone had cared for me.... Just so I knew my life meant something to somebody, once upon a time, when everything around me still held some sense if meaning, no matter how feeble. Yet maybe I was being optimistic even in that.

I never knew what I had done wrong in life to deserve such harsh treatment like the treatment I had received lately on the hospital, or to deserve such a life ruining memory problem. I couldn't remember much from the past but the times I could remember were pleasant and never contained me hurting somebody on purpose, getting a sick sense of joy from the monstourous action. My life had been rather quiet and a private affair, by the sound of it, and everything I did in my few, remaining memories showed me making someone smile, rather than being the source of their many, ugly tears.

Sighing quietly as the few, faded memories of my past life came swirling about in the confusion that was my messed up mind, I slowly inched myself away from the window and slowly made my way towards my single bed in the corner of the room, the only sound there to comfort me the gentle potter patter of my own black, crumbling pumps hitting the tiled floor beneath me. Biting my lip softly, knowing it was far too early to even attempt to sleep, I instead chose to seat myself at the small, soft chair opposite my bed, which had held both Lukes and Kier's frame before mine, yet the light cushion immediately seemed to cling to my small frame, making me smile lightly. However, my smile quickly disappeared as my eyes glanced around the lonely room, realising that I would have nothing to do but sit here and stare at the greying walks surrounding me for the next few, boring hours, completely alone except for my horrifying thoughts.