Kidnapped... And Back???

Memories

"Mummy!" I sang. "Mummy, mummy, mummy... guess what? It's my birthday today mummy! TODAY!!!"

I sat myself on the cool surface of the wooden stools, my arms barley resting on the kitchen bench as my eyes studied my mum and dad carefully as they put up a fluorine pink and purple streamers and balloons in the kitchen, just like they did in every single part of the house.

"I know. Happy birthday sweetheart. My, my, look at you, growing up so fast. Is that grey in your hair?" my mummy's sweet voice echoed out which was soon followed by my dad's low chuckles.

"Yes, it is grey in her hair. Soon she's gonna be as old as us, aren't ya pumpkin?" my daddy chuckled.

My eyes widened like source pans. "Mummy, daddy's calling me old! I don't want to be old like you, I wanna be young not old. Tell him off!!! MUMMY!!!" I whined making both my parents erupt into laughter.

"Well there's only one way to slow down ageing and that's ..." my daddy trailed off and soon I find myself off the stool and tackled to the floor by both mummy and daddy as they slowly tickle me more and more making me roar up in laughter.

"Daddy.....Mummy.....Stop it!!!" I giggled, trying to say something to make them stop between each breath. They continued for a couple more minutes until we all were panting on the ground, both of them grinning at me and me grinning at them in return.

Then my daddy spoke; "Now pumpkin, go brush your teeth and dress in something nice. Wouldn't want ya looking like a train reek on your special day, and if you don't brush your tooth that means you'll get more tickles from the tickle monster."

As soon as he said that I ran off, afraid of the tickle monster that would come after me. As I rushed out onto the staircases I bashed into something making me fall backwards and cut my hand open.

"Owwwwwwww!!! Mummy, JJ pushed me" I whaled and sniffled between my sobs.

Soon mummy came into sight, a scowl played on her face which was directed behind me at my older brother Jake.

"Whatever. It was her fault! She's such a brat" Jake snapped, pointing at me while making his way down the rest of flight of stairs and charging out the front door, slamming it behind him.

Mum sent Jake to his room that day and helped me clean my cut, brush my teeth, dress and eat after that.

I miss them.

Here I am, sitting on my petty excuse for a bed, thinking about things I should not think about or feel. Wondering what normal people my age should be doing or if they're all just like me.

I'm meant to block out all my emotions. All the pain, sorrow, sadness, emptiness, and loneliest, as well as happiness and joy... even though I don't have to as I never feel those here. I haven't laughed in years.

I'm meant to forget about my memories of when I was younger, because it makes blocking out emotion's a harder task, causing it to interfere with our missions which will result in a major punishment of some sort. The only problem is that most people here have forgotten all their memories from before. Not me.

We're basically wiping out, wiping out our boards which are our brains and hearts, clear from anything that isn't useful for us to survive here and keeping all the useful information that we do need. The only problem is that I haven't 'wiped' my brain completely. I still feel everything but just a faded version of it, and because of this I've been able to keep a really high tolerance for pain and the emptiness and hurt that fills my body. As for my heart, well I've completely wiped that out. I guess it's because there's no one here to care for but yourself. That protecting yourself is the only instinct you have. Everything else you do here is to purely survive and not be the next one to go.