I just stood there, baffled at the man standing in front of me. I didn't know what to say. I could only avert my eyes from his and softly say, "I'm sorry sir, but i think you've got the wrong person." With that, I brush past him, but he manages to grab my arm.
I turn around to send him a warning look, until he utters a name. I stiffen. Memories flood into my head all at once, and i realize, that was MY name.
I look into his eyes. Mark, my dear old friend. Pain and longing were in his eyes. I wanted to cry. I wanted to leap into his arms and hold him near me, never letting go. I almost did. But few other facts registered in my head. Painful memories. He made me remember because he needed me. But i couldnt help him. I dont want to go through something like that again.
"Sir, if you dont let go of me right now, im going to have to call the police on you," I say in a stern voice. Im sorry, Mark.
"Lucienne, im begging you. Please," he pleads, voice cracking. I wanted to punch myself for doing this. I could tell he really needed me.
"Sir," I warned. He hesitated, a troubled look crossing his face, before he reluctantly let go of my arm.
I pretended to be disgusted, dusting off my arm. "Good day," I give a curt nod and walk away, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill.
The next three weeks were a nightmare. Literally. Each night, I would relive one painful moment after another through my dreams.
The first night, I relived the day Mark made me forget everything. The rest of the week, I relived the death of Henry, the loss of Delilah, the pain of losing everything. The next week, I couldn't sleep anymore. I became sleep deprived. I set an alarm for every minute in case i would fall asleep. The third week, no kind of alarm could wake me up.
I knew what I had to do.
Reaching out for my phone, I dial a number that was stuck in my head the moment I got my memories back. The phone rang once, twice, and on the third ring, they picked up.
"Hello?" His, now, familiar voice rasped.
"Mark?" I reply, scratching the black mark that had started to form around my jaw. "We need to talk."
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And there goes another writing prompt. Wowie. Anyways, if there are still people reading, thanks. If not, then... they did say to write for yourself. Anyways, take care, thanks for reading another chappie!
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