Forget.

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The door hasn't opened for quite a while.

He hasn't come back.

Hunger is flooding me.

This has been the longest time I was left without water and food.

The storage I call home is a small place. 

But it's the only place I remember living in.

I don't have any recollection of who I was before this.

I don't know my name. 

I don't know anybody. 

But they cannot let me die.

If they were to do that, why would I be here?

He has to return.

Sooner or later.

He isn't alone.

He is part of a cruel game.

A game that was made to destroy me. 

And he plays the cruelst role.

The lead actor.

I don't hear any sounds.

Apart from the times he entered the storage and left the door open.

I wonder why he leaves it open.

Because he knows I won't put up a fight. 

I'm not strong.

I'm weak.

So weak.

My mind often imagines different scenarios.

Making me the lead actress in them. Always surrounded by love.

People that care about me.

But my dreams are twisted. 

They are a dark, secluded places.

Where I am always alone.

One dream is burned into my mind. 

And it occurred not just once.

I am standing at a cross road. The left side is lighted up, while the right side is dark. I want to go left. But end up going right.
At the end of the road is nothing. Just a small warehouse. And a storage room inside. As I go inside to inspect it. Someone closes he door and locks it. Trapping me inside. I knock on the door, but there is nothing. Just silence. I try to calm down. Try to speak some sense into me. But the door never opens. Until it does. Someone enters. Smiles at me. And says "Welcome to hell."

The dream feels so real.

Every time I dream it cold sweat gathers on my forehead.

I'm scared.

I can't decipher the meaning. 

Was this how I got here?

My own foolishness was the reason I was a prisoner.

Did I cause my loneliness?

My pain.

My vanished memories.

No.

It was him.

Kieran. 

"Don't be scared," he laughs, "you'll be happy," he laughs even more. I don't understand what's causing him to laugh. I just want to cry. "I'm Kieran.  Never forget my name!" "Heard me? Never ever forget my name."

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