Remembered yet Forgotten

How to Kill the Past

Everyone keeps visiting me day and night. But I just want to rest, i'm not used to the whole situation. Every time they ask me about that night I reply the same way.

"No."

"Are you sure?" my pchycirtrist asks.

"It's the same as last time," I reply nonchalant. I can tell she's becoming impatient. Odd because that's sort of her job. Well whatever, she'll need to get over it. I'm not gonna say anything to them.

"Mr.Brookes, after observing your daughter these past three weeks, I have come to a conclusion that she is fine. I also feel that there is a high probability that she will not remember any of the events that occured three years before her accident," I can tell she is disappointed that she couldn't help me at all with this.

Without saying a word I begin to get up and walk away before my dad nudges my arm indicating I should thank her for trying to help me. " Thank you Dr. Scully," I say my voice low and annoyed, I just want to leave and go home to relax.

"Your welcome, and if you ever need help please come back, I would be honored to help you with any of your problems." I nood my head and walk away with my dad closely walking behind me. Ever since I got out of the hospital he won't stop asking me if I am okay. I can feel his breath on my neck. I'm affraid if I stop walking that he will run me over. We cross the street silently, walking over to the parking lot in front of the Burger King resteraunt. My dad pulls out his keys and unlocks the toyota. I swiftly pull myself into the car buckling my seatbelt waiting for him to get in the car. Once he gets in he turns on the car, and its heat.

It's 8 am in the morning I barely got any sleep last night. I can feel my eyes drifting asleep the further and further we go, until my eyes finally shut and everything goes dark.

October 25th, 2009

I can feel my brain pulsing violently in my skull. I got to rub my head realizing my hands were tied behind my back. I couldn't even feel my arms anymore, neither my legs really. I could tell my legs were falling asleep do the irritating tingly feeling in them. I slowly open my eyes trying to look around but the room is dark. I can hear multiple footsteps surrounding me all at once. Where am I? In the background I hear wimpering, and crying. Oh god! Oh god! I can feel a few warm tears escape my eyes and tremble down my chin. I finally decide to say something, which I might actually regret.

"Hello," my voice is shakey and dry," is anyone there?" the words cut at my throat like barbed wire. "Please help me," I know there is no one there to help me.

"SHUTUP!" the man yells at me. I hear multiple laughs in the background. There voices are deep, I can tell they are men. I can sense one of the men walking up to me. He kicks me violently in the stomach. I can feel the blood rising in my mouth. I point my head upward and spit directly torward his direction." You disgusting little piece of...!" he stops yelling, and bends down torward me, his face inches from mine. I can see his feautes he iss dirty blonde, with peircing jet black eyes that stare into your soul. He has a sharp chin and light stubble. In any other case he would be beautiful, but not now. He only seems to be 16 years old. He moves his lips next to my ear and softly whispers, "If you ever try that again, I will slit your throat." he looks at me. " GOT IT!" he yells ferociously. I look over at him and obediently nod my head. He's smiling now " Good." and just walks away like nothing even happened.

Present day I wake up gasping for air, my lungs taking in every bit of air possible. My dad swirves his car over and pulls over. He looks at me his face flushed, and scared.

"Are you okay honey? What's wrong? What happened?" questions just start spilling out of his mouth.

"I'm fine," is all I can seem to say right now. He just looks at me waiting for another response, but I don't give him one. I just realize that I was right. I don't want too know what really happened that night. What did happen?