Short Stories

Lost

Fear.

What is this emotion?

Does it make you shiver your bones? Or is it something that excites you instead? Is this the emotion I am experiencing as I question my identity?

As I walked through the empty garden, fragments and glimpse of memories flashed through my mind. My heart began beating frantically. I ran while I clutched my hair in frustration, questioning my sanity.

Snap!

I froze. I return from my thoughts and looked down to my feet. I raised my foot and saw crimson blood dripping to the floor continuously as if it would never end, almost like a running tap water. I looked around for the culprit of my wound and saw a wilted rose. Its thorn had pierced my foot. It lay on the floor... dying...

I flinched. Thoughts and unanswered questions rushing through my mind again. I do not know myself, am I meant to die like the rose?

Despite my pain, I continued my journey through the garden, continuing my search. The cold breeze nearly flew me away from where I stood. Perhaps this is what they call fear? I do not know the answer.

I do not remember.

Perhaps I never will.

I will forever be --

- Lost.