Darker Side of Me? **REMAKE**

Day 1: Sky

What was he suppose to remember? Sky pondered this for a while. To say he was forgetting something was one thing to him, but it sounded like an important memory. One moment he was recording videos with Deadlox, the next he was here. to find out that a week had passed since that time was one thing. How had he forgotten a whole week?

Sky played with these thoughts as he crafted himself some stone weapons before heading out of his room. He paused at the doorknob, almost hesitant. The guy did say he'd face things each day, were these things something that would hurt him. If so, how badly? Like nightmares? It almost made the normally fearless king of the Sky Army want to stay in his room. 

But if he stayed he'd have to deal with the same thing everyday. Plus he was getting hungry, the the food was outside. Sky took a slow breath, steeling his nerves as he turned the knob and the door creaked open. 

Peering out into the hallway, Sky saw no one. A dark floored hall with a few rooms at the end of the hallway..... With a soft gulp Sky stepped on foot out of his hidey hole and 'home'. "Come on Sky, let's do it...." he told himself.

 Walking down the hall, the dark wood creaking below his feet. He tried the first door with a soft click and creak it opened.

Sky gripped his chest in fear, and felt along the side of the wall for a light switch. In front of him was a nothingness of blackness with a foul odor that made his gag. To him it had a death and decay smell, as his hand hit something, the light came on to a horrible sight.

Blood, everywhere, knives stained red as it lead to a person who looked all to familiar with slashed wrists and throat. His dull brown eyes stared into the nothing, brown hair stained with dried blood. Sky felt tears rise up, as he stared at the words on the wall.

'WE'RE FRIENDS, RIGHT?'

Written with shaky hands and in blood. Adam bit back the bile in his throat as he closed his eyes, telling himself it was all a nightmare. The smell stayed, the image burned in his head forever. He wanted to leave, but his feet stayed. But he knew he'd have to face it all, the horrible sight of his friend mangled by his own hands. That knife in his limp hand, all the blood, the words that rang with mockery and a dull memory he wanted to forget.

"I'm so sorry...." Sky said out loud, the words felt that they needed to be said, "So sorry...." he wished now his friend could hear him say it. 

Taking a breath, willing himself to be ready to face what he forgot. "So sorry..." he repeated as he opened his eyes, and looked at the now clean room, with on a table near the bed another journal. With shaky hands Sky picked it up, and opened it.

'You did it Sky, first memory will come back soon. Sorry It had to look so bad, but, you have to remember.... Yet, what forced you to do that to him, is something you forgot. A part of you you wished for too long to forget. Well now is the time to remember... you have to.... for him, for all of them.'

Was all it said from his mysterious kidnapper.

Sky took a deep breath, "Oh Notch.... if this is just the first...." he whimpered, covering his mouth in fear. As Sky fell to his knees and let loss his tears.

"So... very.... very..... sorry...." he repeated over and over again. Letting himself cry as he hugged his knees and waited for his memory to return. "Please.... please.... don't make me remember HIM, anything but HIM...." he pleaded.

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Thank you QueenEnder245 for helping me with this chapter. I used some of her ideas and changed it up to fit the story.