Remember

The Visit

My head was filled with images. I felt sharp, alive and curios. I wasn't sure if that was memory or a dream.

My eyes shot open and i blinked a couple time. I was to afraid to be alone so again I opened my mouth and let out the words "NOOOOO."  as it echoed loudly in the quiet room. I began to breath heavily, my head began to ache, their was pain in the back of my head and neck. I looked all around me, something was different as continued to look around the room trying to find was different i began to realise that I wasn't laying on the cold floor of the small dark room but instead in a soft comfortable bed with a clean white sheet that smelled of fresh daisy placed over me.

Suddenly, the curtains masking the window were pulled open and the sun was shining brightly through the windows, slicing the darkness of the room with its sharp rays. A lady wearing a white long sleved shirt and long white dress on top, the lady came in and stood by the door looking down at me, trying to analyse the searing confusion of feelings within me. The pain in my back returned deafeningly. I closed my eyes for a second only to be met with a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me. The lady held what seem to be a flash light and points it to my eyes before smiling and introducing her self as Karin a nurse who's in charge of me.

She begins to answer all my question and tells me that I've been in coma for almost 2months now. I have apparently hit my head to hard when i fainted which must've explain the pain i felt in the back of my head. I nodded politely to her and thanked but just i was about to lay back down and sleep, the nurse looked at me with sympathy as quietly said that I've a visitor, a journalist to be exact. I turned to her confused but nodded for to continue on, she explained that this journalist would not leave until she sees me so i tell her to let the journalist in.

The journalist walked in happily and quickly made her way the the chair closes to my bed. I was shocked because i felt as if I've seen her before, she looked very familiar. So I tilt my head to side and ask her "Have we met before." I say to her in very hush tone. She smiled brightly and said to me "Yes, we've met before, not long ago we've met at the airport when you arrived to this country, you were screaming for help and pleading to be heard... so I approached you interested in what you had to say." Her eyes softly watch mine as i took in every word she said and nodded for to continue on. She said that she's been searching for men like me who escaped a solider camp where they captured, tortured and trained young Sudanese boy to become soldiers. My mind began to wonder and my heart began to beat very fast, as I stared at her in awe as she finally said the words that I knew were to come. " I've been writing a article on the 'Lost Boys Of Sudan.' and Marial you are one of those five remaining survivors. 

Everything began to come back to me, every little detail and memory that I was not able to remember. I was one of the boy who were taken from their home and put into a camp. I was the one who was trained to fight. Memories of the beatings I've received from soldiers, the cries, the scars, the lost of friends and deaths of families and friends it all came back to me.

I turned and looked and journalist with fear and pain, as drops of tears began to fall down from my eyes and onto my lap. This is was it. She was gonna ask the question that I myself haven't been able to think of for years.

She looked at me with clear pity and sadness as she asked. "Can we start with what happen to your family."

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