The Day My World Crashed (SEQUEL TO MY NIGHTINGALE)

Twenty Two- SHORT CHAPTER

TRIGGER WARNING

I sat silently at the edge of the building, scribbling on the sheet of paper I had got from the building owner. I said I wanted to write a number for a friend but I was lying. A cold breeze of air hot me as I looked down, it was so high up from the ground. I brought my lip in-between my teeth and smiled as I signed my name at the bottom of the paper. I shoved the letter in my bracelet.  And once it was secure I sobbed, and I stood on top of building, I lifted my foot off the edge but quickly brought it back.

“It was me.” A voice said behind me and I recognized it immediately.

“I know.” I spoke in response to the voice, I had figured out who took me from my room and forced me into my life of misery. I knew it and I figured it out when I entered my room yesterday night and broke down.

“Why did you do it Wilmer? Why did you take me away that night?” I said clearly and I heard him approach me as I closed my eyes.

“That’s confidential; I took you away and ruined your life end of story.” He said and I smiled before stepping off the building. I didn’t scream I just smiled as I finally ended all the pain and hit the ground.

To whom it may concern:

Hello I am Alison Davis, or Rose. Today I am not standing in front of you because no one understood what it was like to stand alone while stranger poked and prodded you to remember them. No one knows how frustrated some people got with you, even though they seemed supportive. I saw. I saw the way they looked at me with eyes laced in anger, they didn’t understand how scared I was to look at these strangers. To wake up with multiple burns, bruises, and scars without knowing where they came from. They never understood what it was like to wake up not knowing who you are, or breaking down when you looked at your own reflection. They will never understand truly why I am no longer standing beside them, because they failed to understand why I couldn’t remember.

I am tired. I don’t blame anyone for anything. When you know you don’t belong somewhere, you leave. That’s what I did. I felt like I didn’t belong here anymore, because I didn’t recognize anyone, because the memories were washed from my brain and I was just…so confused and hurt by simple things. I was too fragile. I don’t blame anyone.

I love Demi, the person that loved me and tried to get me to remember with love but don’t cry over me because even though I forgot your favorite color, or maybe why you scrunch your nose at the food you hate. I didn’t forget why I loved you.

Alison Rose Davis