Prisoner Of My Head

A Wasure Double Feature, Yo!

Nightcore of Nightmare by Marimo. Some more info via Wasure, our trusted love! Tho I must include a slight trigger warning just in case you're triggered by that sort of thing. Just in case. Oh, and something lovely happens at the endish.

'What exactly is going on?!' I think as my feet navigate themselves expertly through the woods, somehow knowing where they're going.

'Ah, sorry Wa-chan,' a somewhat feminine, but clearly male, voice resounds in my head, 'I'm also sorry that I couldn't stop him from saying those things about you, but I haven't had the chance to speak since the accident. Somehow, he's just been so overbearingly strong.'

"But who are you, and where are we going?" I mutter to the voice.

'I noticed that you lost memories due to the accident, but I really didn't think that it was this significant. Well, we're going to get something of yours that can help you deal with that guy. Oh, and my name's Yume (夢) BTW,' the voice replies right before we arrive in a clearing.

There's a small lean-to that looks like it was used fairly recently and abandoned fairly quickly. I move closer to the pile of branches, and see a bag inside. I pull the bag out, looking at it after it's fully out. I trace my finger over the embroidery on the front. It says Wasure(忘れ) /Fuhai(腐敗) on it, I know that the first one is my name, but who is the other one?

'Ah, that's him. I didn't want to say his name just in case it would make him show up,' Yume tells me fairly nervously, 'He always goes the most gruesome way when he does it. Always at the cost of your poor skin, Wa-chan. Let's get that healed now, shall we? There's a way to heal it instantly, but I think that you're too innocent to even be able to get it up, so let's just get the healing balm out. If I apply it now, there's a small chance that it won't scar!'

My hands root around in the bag for a minute before coming out with a dubious looking plastic container full of what looks like sludge. Then, the bandage is removed from my wrist, revealing pale, unmarred skin with only a thin layer of dried blood on it.

'What? How did it? Wa-chan, you might have guessed this by now, but I can't see everything that happens to you. Mainly because of him, but that's just one reason. Though, I can see what all happened if you give me permission. And then maybe I can give you some answers. So, what do you say, Wa-chan? Can I look over your memories?'

I nod, only to get a slightly tingly feeling in my head.

'What exactly was all that!? I should've known that no matter what you'd end up doing some gay shît! That even if you lost your memories, that you'd still be a little gay shît! But fudge that, I'm not gay! I've never been and never will be gay!'

I hear a chuckle, but he doesn't hear it as he keeps ranting about how ungay he is.

Soon enough, I'm tired of his rant, so I ask, "Um, can we go back? Ice-kun's probably worried about me.

'Since you really want to, we can go back,' he slings the bag over my shoulder and begins walking. 'What do you see in such a gay fuck, anyway? He'll just fuck you and leave you like...' he asks after a couple minutes.

"Ice-kun isn't like that! He's... I like Ice-kun, you big...meanie!" I yell, not noticing that I'm back at the car.

Ice-kun is just staring at me, shocked, his cheeks getting redder by the second. "Wha... you?" he says before putting his hands over his face. When he takes his hands off, his face is no longer red. "We should... probably get going again, I guess."

I get back in the car, but I can't help but think back to how Ice-kun's blushed face looked. It was quite pleasing to see that emotion on his face. I think he thought that I meant that I like like him, but I don't know if I like like him or not. I definitely like him, I enjoy being with him and when he says my name it makes me happy. But, does that mean that I like like him?