Eliminated Memories

• Bullet Scar •

I want to scream out but I can't. Not now. Not until I'm out of earshot.
it's only seconds later that a group of tall men in black and grey come running past me. They didn't know I was there.

"You half go right! And you half go left! Number 14, 12, and 81 come with me forward, "I heard a man yell, " I would like this done by this century!"
He yells to the others. Once they're gone the tears start to come. This is going to be a long day. I get out my bag and start searching for some bandages. I'm happy we brought bigger ones. The three of us had an argument of which bandages to bring: small ones or big ones. I wrapped my injured leg and closed my bag and made it tiny to put it in my pocket. At least I'm saved the pain of trying to carry this bag.

I try to get up but I fall down immediately. I decided to grab a tree and let that be my help and guidance.
It sort of works. I mean it does relieve some of the pain in my leg. But the pain feels as if it's spreading through my whole entire body. And it hurts.
I'll have to try my best to forget it. Huh. Who am I kidding? That ain't got a happen. Whatever I'll just have to deal with it. For now at least. And the bandage should help.
It's only now that I realized that I'm alone. No Seamus around with me.
I take two steps forward and stop for a breath. Then follow the same pattern.

Oh Seamus, where are you now?
I need your help the most now.
I want you here with me.
I miss you already.