Jacks POV
It's been a week since my encounter with Mark. we haven't really talked since then. we have said our hello's and goodnight's but that's about it.
He just looked so sad and broken, and it was all because of me. It was because I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember one dahm thing!
I felt terrible, having to see him everyday. It broke my heart seeing someone so broken and knowing you were the cause of their pain.
If only I remembered something. ANYTHING! I just want to see him happy again... or for once that I can remember. This is too confusing.
I was laying on my bed, staring absent minded at the ceiling when I heard the beep of my phone go off.
I let out a sigh as I reached over and picked it up from the nightstand next to me. It was early in the morning and the sun hadn't even risen yet. I was glad the sound hadn't woken Mark up.
Unknown Number
Remember me? oh wait, you remember no one...
Who was this? why were they messaging me so early in the morning? and how did they know I forgot everything? also, how did they get my number? I got a new phone...
Me
Who are you?
Unknown Number
Someone who remembers hearing you scream for help when there was none to be found.
What? What are they talking about?
Me
What do you mean?
I didn't get a reply back. But it sure got me thinking. Who was this person and how did they know me? What did they mean by 'they remember me scream for help when none was to be found'? Did they attack me before I forgot everything?
The more I thought about it, the harder it became to breath. Without even realizing it, I was gasping for air and my vision was darkening in the already dark room. Then a bright light flashed in front of me and I was in a corridor... a schools corridor?
"HEY FAG!" I heard someone shout. it sounded familiar yet not at the same time. I slumped my shoulders, staring down at my feet and my pace quickened as I hurried down the hall and away from the voices calling to me from behind.
I was pulled backwards and forced to the ground, people suddenly all around me, laughing and calling me names.
I felt tears form in my eyes and slide down my face. this only made everyone laugh more.
Suddenly, I was curled up in a ball as pain continuously shot through my body. They were beating me up... why?
"You should go die in a hole!"
"You shouldn't have even been born!"
The voices called out to me as blow after blow was made. Why didn't anyone help me?
"You're a waste of space!"
"No one likes you!"
"You should kill yourself!"
All other words drained out as that one sentence rang through my head. They were right....
I was magically shifted into a small bedroom. My bedroom. I held a knife firmly in my hands. I lifted up to my wrist.
But just as I was about to make the satisfying cut my surroundings changed and I was curled up in a ball, knees tightly hugged close to my chest, crying my eyes out. I was in my back yard.
"Are you okay there Jack?" A friendly voice called. I looked up and was met with a young boy around my childish age with light blonde hair and bright blue eyes that challenged mine.
"N-no," I choked out. Why did he call me Jack? it felt oddly comforting though.
The boy sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, saying nice things to me.
"What did they say this time?" he whispered, it sent shivers down my spine.
"They told me to kill myself..," I whispered back, my voice harsh from crying.
"You didn't try did you?" the boy whispered back, fear hidden in his now shaking voice.
"... I'm sorry," I sobbed out as I began crying again. "I let them get to me Felix. you told me not to but I did. I'm sorry." Felix? Wait, as in FELIX! The blonde that lives with me in the real world. is this a... memory?
Just as I thought that I was pulled out of this setting and returned to the bedroom I shared with Mark.
I gasped for air as reality kicked back in again. I felt a hand rubbing my back but my vision still wasn't quite adjusted.
"Jack! Jack are you okay? It's alright, I'm here now," Mark tried telling me.
I let out a suppressed sob as the now resurfaced memories replayed in the back of my head.
Mark pulled my into a hug and I sobbed into his shoulder for a while. when my sobs had died down he called my name to see if I was listening. I hummed to show I was.
"You were crying in your sleep and mumbling things. If it's okay with you, do you want to tell me what happened?" he said hesitantly.
I thought for a second. I still don't remember Mark, but I do remember Felix. Maybe i'll remember Mark soon, hopefully. He seems like he was important in my life.
"Just a nightmare. No big deal, but thanks for comforting me," I made up an excuse for my break down.
I couldn't trust him quite yet. Not until I remember what part he played in my life.
He held a hurt expression on his face but nodded, returning to his bed and going back to sleep.
I let out a well needed sigh and lay back down. My phone beeped again and I picked it up, turning it on silent before reeding the message I got.
Unknown Number
Remembering things I see.
I gasped and dropped my phone. I skittishly searched the room but didn't find anything that seemed out of place.
How did they know I remembered something? Either way, I didn't want to know. If they were watching me I didn't want anything to do with it.
Unknown Number
You cant hide it from everyone forever Jack. You have to tell him one day.
I figured they were referring to me not telling Mark I remembered something but I couldn't. Not yet. I still wanted to know who this person was.
It cant be Mark, he was laying face up to the roof when the message came through. This person must know what I'm doing though. I'll just talk to Felix in the morning. Hopefully he can help me...
IM SO SORRY! PLEASE DONT EAT ME! IM TOO FABULOUS TO DIE!
