Oh look at that. Part one has reached 69k reads. nice. Also sorry for the short chapter.
"Ok, open your eyes." I hear Slender say after a few seconds. His voice knocks me out of the dark world of nothing I was in.
Well, that was fast.
I open my eyes and see him sitting behind his desk, his hands folded.
That's not a good sign. When he does this it usually means something bad. I say to myself.
"Y/n. The cause of the amnesia. It was trauma."
"Trauma? Like head trauma from being hit over the head?" I ask curiously. He shakes his head.
"No. Trauma like, mental or emotional." I tilt my head.
"You see, when someone witnesses something terrifying or traumatizing, it can cause your brain to block out the memory of it." I squint.
How would this happen.
"But I didn't forget Aron dying, or killing Carter." I say.
"While those might have been heartbreaking for you, they weren't traumatizing. An example of a traumatizing event is seeing a loved one's head smashed in in a car wreck, seeing a loved one shot to death, and in some cases, even rape victims forget their torture. It's more about horrifying sights that would be unpleasant and heartbreaking to see or experience." My eyes widen as what he said passed over me.
"I could have been raped?!" I say loudly. He nods.
"As where I find it unlikely, it's still a possibility."
"Holy shit." I look at the ground. Then another realization passed over me.
Because I wasn't a complete idiot, I was able to link what I just learned with what happened.
"Oh my god. You... You don't think..."
So, I suffered some sort of emotional trauma, and Oliver is missing. My options are:
1. He fucking did something to me after the mission and ran away.... or
2. The mission didn't go as planned.
I look down at the blood on my clothes and put my hand over my mouth to hide a gasp.
No... This couldn't be it... He couldn't die... I didn't want him to die...
I blink back the tears and squint at slender.
"You don't think this blood is his?" I say, fearing the worst and hoping for the unlikely. He visibly sighs.
"So far... That's all I can think of..."
I put my hands over my ears. With the sound of this, I can only infer that his passing had not been peaceful. It had to have been painful and sudden. And judging by the amount of blood on my clothes, very graphic.
I can't imagine that pain. He died... I let him die. Just like I did to Aron. I slowly at my thoughts.
If Oliver's dead.... I still have Aron. But that doesn't much help the anger that this was my fault.
"No." I say out loud.
"NonononononoNO." Tears spot my eyes.
"NO!" I cry out. "This isn't it! He's not supposed to die!"
