The Unknown Life

Truth

I wander aimlessly through the hallway of the asylum. It had been 43 days since I had been seized by the Supremacy Scientists and brought here.

"Hey! Lia! It's time for your daily treatment." I hear one of the doctors call out to me. I head towards the voice and nod to acknowledge the doctor. The door swings open and a gush of the freezing cold atmosphere consumes me.

The doctor, Dr. Ashene, points to a metallic chair in the center of the room. I sigh and head to the chair. I had done this every individual day since I made the horrendous rash mistake.

As soon as I position my arms on the armrests, the all too familiar, too familiar for comfort swirls grip down on my arm, gentle but completely unbreakable, indefatigable. I straighten my back and the swirls confine my torso to the chair.

Dr. Ashene places the treatment device on my head. It looks like an upside-down crown attached to 3 individual wires leading to something that looks like a projection screen behind me.

The inverse crown grips to my head agonizingly tight. If it hadn't been for my restraints, I would have thrown the device on the ground then jumped on it until it had been reduced to dust.

Each time I had the treatment, a piece of my memory fades away. The memory flashes violently in front of my eyes, I remember it one last time until it's gone.

I knew what the plan of the Supremacy had for me. They were going to mold me into how they wanted me to be. They were erasing all my memories and making me believe whatever they said was the real me.

"You get to have a fresh start. Isn't that great?" They had said to me. "You get to forget all your past worries and live the new life we made especially for you."

"What would you even get from it? Why don't you just vanish me?" I had said in response, scowling.

The laughed harmonically. "Why don't you just believe we are doing it from the goodness of our hearts?" With that, they turned around and headed out the door. Indigo looked back at me and added, "Don't worry, we will vanish you. Just not right now."

"Are you ready?" Ready to lose more of my memories? No. Do I have a choice? No.

"Yes."

Ashene twists a wire into the crown device. The crown tightens, even more, I didn't think that was possible. I bite my lips to keep from screaming. I see flashes of color zipping in front of my eyes. I close my eyes shut to keep from losing control.

I see my body forming in the white fog. I see doors all around me. A choice. What memory did I need to lose?

If I replay a memory that is important simply because I don't want to deal with this anymore would be a stupid decision. I know that my memories aren't simply gone. They are somewhere. Probably in the hands of the Supremacy Scientists.

Usually, I just picked some insignificant memory that wouldn't change anything about me. They were all memories of either me and Draco or me and True. Our precious moments before they both were taken from me. I tore me up on what to choose.

There are some many memories I don't want to lose. I sigh.

I head towards the door containing a memory of me and Draco goofing off in the middle of searching for the journal.

A chill crawls up my spine. A cold breeze seems to be encircling me.

A gust of air throws me back, away from the door.

"You've been avoiding the truth for too long." I gasp. I turn around, Indigo is standing in a ghostly form.

"Wha-h-how are you even here?" I sputter out with an anguished look on my face.