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thewayiremember · 4 years

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EPISODE 2

July 6, 09:47 AM

The official police statement is that I was found brutally beaten in a narrow alley near the movie theater I was supposed to be at around that time.

THE THINGS I KNOW:

The movie was to start at 7 PM

Complete blackout

I was found at 11:40 by a woman, who when calling 911 reported she had found a dead body because according to her I wasn’t breathing and my body parts were not really where they should be, but thank God the paramedics who rushed to the place didn’t entirely believe her judgments. It turned out that she didn’t even get close to me because she was too scared, and from a distance, I looked much worse than I did in reality.

The police later found out by looking into the security cameras that I wasn’t present at the movie theater that night

The police are annoyed because they don't believe in my memory loss and think I just don’t want to tell them where I went that evening.

My parents don’t believe me either. They asked me about a thousand times now why did I lie to them about going to the movies. Well, we don’t know if I lied to you, do we? To confirm that, I would have to KNOW that, and I DON’T KNOW that. Thanks for being supportive and not making me feel guilty.

It’s ridiculous to talk about. It’s ridiculous to even write about. But it is true, I did travel back in time. I keep having flashbacks of a teenage girl yelling at me that if I don’t do anything it will be my fault and that I need to go back to the day that it happened. But WHAT happened? I think her name was Nora? It all feels like a memory long forgotten.

I’ve been avoiding thinking about it because every time I do my stomach drops. I don’t want to get involved, I don’t care. Why should I? It’s not my fault I don’t remember. I want to be a dentist, not a detective. And I’m not a kid anymore who’s excited to run around the city solving mysteries. I don’t care about what happened to me. I'm fine! Stuff happens, let me move on.

11:30 AM

I asked a nurse if she could give me some more painkillers today because I couldn’t bare staying in bed for another day. She said “No problem”, but I’m pretty sure she gave me some sugar-filled pills since I don’t feel any better. Nice try, lady!

Apparently,I'm the only one who didn’t know this place had a cafeteria downstairs because when I went there people were having a legit breakfast party. It was too loud,so I ordered a coffee to go and took off immediately. Where do all those people get their energy from so early in the morning? Oh, coffee, probably. Nevermind. I went to the mini-park instead. Nice benches, nice grass, nice… fence? Yeah, I don’t have anything to say about this park. It’s nice cause it’s at the back of the hospital, so you can’t really hear any cars driving by. Yeah, that’s what I call a smart design, that’s it, right there.

I haven’t heard from Bobbie and Nicole for seven days now. They went camping on some kind of meditation program that Bobbie was really excited to go to and he tried everything to make us go with him. I don’t know how he managed to bribe Nicole into this, but there just wasn’t a chance that I’d spent a whole week without my phone or Internet whatsoever. So maybe that’s just karma that got me beaten for turning my back on a friend. Nah, I’d probably ruin the experience for Bobbie with my moodiness anyway. I like to think that I’m letting them gather their energy back that they lose by putting up with me. It’s a good thing. I’m a good friend.

They should be back by 7 PM. Today. They don’t know what’s happened. I mean, me neither, but I need to give them some kind of explanation. Do I prepare them first, somehow? Do I text them what happened, or do I wait till I’m back home tomorrow and we see each other in person? Do they want me to wait, or are they going to be angry that I didn’t want them to visit me here? Because I think I don’t. It’s depressing in here. People get triggered by hospitals. They get all miserable, it gets awkward, they don’t know what to say because they feel the need to feel sorry for everybody. And I don’t want to be felt sorry for. I’m fine.

Telling them thatI had a car crash crosses my mind for a second. That way I would skip the uncomfortable part of losing my memory and they could tell me all about their boring trip, that I’m actually weirdly keen on hearing. I kind of miss interacting with people. I know I always say that I love being alone, and I still stand by it. I recharge by being alone. But let me tell you, this place has recharged me pretty quickly. Or has it completely drained me and it’s not the lack of interaction itself that I miss, but just the lack of interaction with healthy people? Yeah, I can’t tell.

3:10 PM

Nathaniel, buddy, my hospital bestie, did they treat you good today? Are you comfy, do you need me to adjust your pillow? Here, let me… Better? Yeah, it is. Sorry I haven’t been around that much this morning, but do you remember when I told you that I wanted to explore this hospital some more before I leave? Yeah, and I’m leaving tomorrow morning, so, today had to be the day. Did you know there’s a mini-park at the back? And somewhere above us, there’s also have a mini-church. And when I say church I mean a room with a hanging crucifix on the wall. I’ haven't found any mini-synagogues or mini-mosques, though. Are you religious? Probably not. But how do you feel about Christmas?

Oh yeah, I talk to him like that. I just googled how likely is it for an unconscious person to hear me, and it said there’s a 25% chance. I’m doomed. I must look like Kathy Bates in “Misery” to him now that I think about it. When you wake up and you want to fill a lawsuit against me… I’ll be waiting.

I was out of bed for 4,5 hours and I’m completely exhausted. Is that how elderly people feel all the time? I hope not. I was planning on being an active senior. That’s how I see myself in 50 years. Hiking, biking, maybe even running. I’d be the coolest grandpa.

8:30 PM

I just took a 3 hour nap. Great, good luck falling asleep tonight. I’m looking around the room to see if I have to start packing today, but I guess I don’t have that many things here with me anyway, so, I’ll leave it for tomorrow. My mom is picking me up at 11 AM so I’ll have plenty of time to do it. If my last morning blood test results are all good that is, but I’m sure they will be.

I just got a text from Bobbie. Here’s the screenshot:

BOBBIE: Guess who’s back! Come over and don’t forget to bring your PJs. I promise I won’t be boring you with any meditation stories. Nicole said she won’t be attending my Sleepover Night because apparently, she’s tired of sleeping with me.

ME (wanting to sound neutral): Sounds great, but I can’t. See you tomorrow?

BOBBIE: What’s wrong?

God, he’s annoying. Of course he knows there’s something wrong.

ME (trying to keep it real but not reveal where I am so that he doesn’t get a wrong impression and think that I’m dying): Nothing serious, stop worrying. I’m free after 12, you down?

BOBBIE (thinking I need a lecture from him): Every time you have a problem you stop talking to me? Have you noticed? You avoid me until you solve it alone and you’re able to just tell me all about it afterward. Include me in the story sometimes.

But yes, I’m down, after 12 it is.

Yes, I have noticed. And I wouldn’t include him this time either, but since the story of why I woke up in the hospital isn’t over yet, I kind of have to include him, don’t I? I don’t want them to make a big deal out of it and I know they will. It’s not THAT serious. I’m fine!

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[Chapter 5] Push Away

Sky POV

Sky walked through the abandoned hallway, classes were in session when he got back from his journey. It was long and tiring, especially since he took a cat-nap in a random mans home. Now finding out his name is Jerome.

Sky rolled his eyes faintly smiling, Jerome was a cool guy. Sky wouldn't mind hanging out with him more but Jason would, Jason would care so much, Jason would kill Jerome or Sky.

Or threaten to kill himself, he's forced Sky to do things or stop being friends with people with this simple tactic, he may fear Jason but he would never wish for him to die, especially by his own hands.

'Jason will change' he would say to himself, 'Jason is a good person,'

He gripped his math book tighter, 'Almost there' he thought as he got closer and closer, the handle was just right there. It was right fucking there.

A glimmer of hope sparked through him until he felt hands grip him and pull him into a corner which pinned him down, "Hey Lil Slut, what are you doing here? I Thought you ran off and killed yourself!" Tyler laughed as though it was a sick joke.

Sky choked out not expecting that taunt, that was low even for Ty.

"Please! I just want to get to math class!" Sky begged as he tried to move past Ty but Ty pushed a strong hand onto Sky's chest pinning him against the wall no matter how much he struggled.

"You really thought I'd let you off that easily?" Ty laughed, baring his fangs. His vampire side showing easily. The angel boy flinched backwards though there was no where to hide. He was stuck, in a web of a spider.

Ty smiled wider seeing Sky's reaction to his deadly sharp teeth, "Are you afraid little birdie? Wouldn't it be a shame if I just marked you up~" Ty purred.

Sky punched Ty in the abandoned, Ty hunched over gasping out but only a few seconds later he recovered with a snarl of a beast, "What was that!" He yelled as he gripped Sky's wrists barely even tightly due to already have kneed the boy in his stomach.

"A punch! What are you blind just as you're stupid!?" Sky growled back, surprising himself from the venom that leaked out his voice.

Ty gripped Sky's wrists together, "You'll pay for that!"

Sky cried out, the cuts on his arms still burning from the old recovering scars to the new fresh ones he had just made not even a couple hours ago. Still fresh and healing.

Ty raised a eyebrow, "I didn't even h-" Ty stopped mid sentence when he felt s wet feeling on his hands. He looked down cautiously.

Than stumbled away from Sky, eyes wide. His arms had blood on them? Bright red blood, he looked at Sky's sleeves and saw them slightly damp with blood, than noticed how the sleeves rolled up slightly. Thin cuts riding up the others boys wrists.

"What did you do?" Ty whimpered as he couldn't tear his gaze away from Sky, the boy who seemed to cave in on himself, "Why would you purposely hurt yourself? What is the gain?" Ty whispered softly, he went to take Sky's hand in his own to take a better glance but Sky tore his body away from Ty.

Sky's eyes filled with hatred and anger, "So now you care! After the teasing! The pain! Beating me behind buildings so I could lay there and suffer for hours on the floor crumbled in a ball! Drawing on me! Beating me up when I just went to the bathroom to use the bathroom! Really!? You're asking me what there is to gain!?" Sky screamed, he backed up.

He ran a hand through his brown hair repeatedly, his wings stretched out in anger.

"What do I gain? I gain death! I gain the feeling of being relieved of all the pain everyone is this torturous school had caused me! Everyday is hell and I've had nobody! You've had everyone! I've never had somebody I could go to talk to! Everything sucks!" Sky finished it all off with a snarl and a punch to Ty's face.

Sky ran down the tiled floor hallway, his math book dropped to the floor. Sky wouldn't care to retrieve it, he would just say that a bully put it in the toilet and it was far too gone to save.

"Sky!" Ty screamed as he went to chase after the smaller boy but Skys screaming had alerted some classmates and teachers who stepped out their classrooms.

Luckily they hadn't seen Sky's cuts or been there since the start of the fight, all they heard was a slap and running and a bit of screaming.

"Are you alright?" Quentin questioned as he sat a large hand on Tys shoulder, quickly Ty shoved his arms in his baggy pockets that concealed his blood soaked hands.

Ty hadn't responded yet which frightened his fish friend, Ty kept his gaze to the floor.

He tried to say something but it seemed that he couldn't, it hurt too much to speak. It hurt to know that you're the reason somebody wants to end their precious life, something so beautiful.

It hurt so much, he's hurt somebody that has had nobody and for what? To become fake popular? Fake friends? None of it was worth it.

All he wanted was to see Sky smile, he didn't like the idea of the boys blood on his hands. He felt so impure.

Sky ran outside the building and into town, passing by many. Fortunately his sleeves were long sleeve and black so it was barely noticeable for anybody to see the blood.

Sky took a shape left and washing his sleeve off in a nearby lake, than bandaged up his arms again and made sure to secure them much better than last time.

"Dumbass! You revealed yourself! You can't even cut yourself right!"

The voices would scream, when weren't they screaming? It felt that they never shut up, it felt like they were corrupting him constantly. His mind hazy due to blood loss but that wouldn't stop him.

He rose to his feet than made his way away from the lake, taking a few seconds to watch his blood disintegrate in the water, once there the next time.

Just like Sky.

He would on this world to please few people, the next he will be gone. Nobody will remember him, a distant memory.

Sky shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, pulled his hood up and looked down trying not to make eye contact.

Some people in the town were weird, not all but the weird bunch was obvious since some people kept staring at Sky. Some even licked their lips, creepy fuckers they were.

Sky rolled his eyes, he noticed some people getting too close, trying to pluck his wings without him noticing and selling them.

After most his life of being emotionally and physically abused he notices the little things, like the way some people looked him up and down, some people would have a look of hunger in their eyes, some people would rest their hands on his shoulders or something and hold him.

It was weird, he noticed the way they knitted their eyebrows up when Sky would tell them not to touch him, he noticed everything. He's gotten very good at it.

Normally a fifteen year old shouldn't have to see the little signs, shouldn't have to fear for his life, shouldn't have to be cautious of everyone and everything but that was life.

Life sucked, a good amount of the time was when you want to scream and cry because something bad had to happen.

There's only a slim chance of something good happening, but in sky's life there were no skin chances. No chances. Everyday was a train wreck.

Take today for example, Ty found out about his bruises. He will tell everyone and everyone will hate him! Think he's trying to be special! They'll kick him out of school and Jason will be furious and kill him! Or they'll send him off to a mental facility.

His heart couldn't stop beating erratically. His hands clammed up, face felt pale. Everything felt like a new environment, he felt like he was six when he would get lost and nobody was there to help him.

He was all alone, nobody would help him because nobody liked him. Who would? Sky didn't even like himself and he was himself!

'God! I never realized I was this depressing!" Sky thought as tears edged into his eyes.

The gazes left Sky as soon as he began to have a mini panic attack, maybe that's his new strategy of how to get weird people to stop looking at him weirdly.

Sky adjusted his sunglasses, letting his wings stretch but only a tiny bit so they wouldn't hit anybody, he wouldn't want to get in a fight this "early" or "late" Sky couldn't even tell anymore.

It seemed time was quick, one day he'd just wake up and the next his head was on the pillow with new bruises and tired eyes.

If he was honest he couldn't take a day without pain, if he went a day without pain he'd become paranoid. Where were they? Who was going to hurt him? Are they playing something? When? Where? What? Did that shadow just move?

Those questions plagued his mind every day though most normally staying in the dark.

"So kid," An older women said as she leaned up against Sky resting her arm on him, "What brings ya' into this part of town?" The women questioned, her eyes held mischief.

Something Sky was familiar with.

Sky kept his gaze low, picking up his pace, "Don't ignore me ya' little shit!" The women yelled as she pulled Sky backwards causing him to fall back and lean up against her now, practically under her shoulder as though she were protecting him.

She began to run a old gargoyle hand through his hair, "Aren't ya' just precious, I could make 5k for ya'," The lady said out loud, murmuring softly but Sky heard.

Sky's eyes widened, 'She's going to sell me!?' He thought with fear, his hands began to shake, would his "owner" hurt him when he saw his bruises? What would happen? Who'd own him? Where? When? With what?

He tore himself away from the women like glue, he began to dart back to school. His legs wobbly but now wasn't the time to be a classical girl in a horror movie.

He heard her thunderous roar behind him but he focused on running and dodging people trying to grab him, 'I bet they think I'm her kid,' he snarled to himself bitterly.

He picked hid gaze off the ground to be able to see where he was going, though his sunglasses were as dark as Sky's future.

He could still see out then perfectly, it felt like he wasn't even wearing them sometimes which would give him a mini heart attack sometimes.

Sky was so close to the school, just a few more steps.

A hand reached out and snatched Sky's leg, Sky hit the ground and into the rubble that cut his skin, bruises on top of bruises.

'Ignore it'

He growled to himself picking himself up and ran.

He jumped over the schools gates and rushed in now knowing he was safe, many fellow students giving him questioning looks, others pointing and laughing.

Sky shook his head than began to limp to his dorm, he had a medical kit under the sink where Jason would never go. He would never need medical attention, Jason was the one giving others needing of medical attention.

He pulled himself into a elevator since the stairs were something he constantly avoided, who knew what was lurking in there?

He learned on his third of being at this new hell hole to never trust the stairs, he had gotten severely bruised up in the stairway while just trying to go to his room.

A team of three beat him up leaving him on the middle of the stairwell which was very large and left him there, bloodied up and bruised.

Everyone walked over him since nobody wanted to be associated with Sky, everyone learned that if you were friends with him you'd get the same treatment he does.

Sky always wondered why he got the worst of all beating, nobody else would get broken bones and blood pouring out ever cut.

Maybe it was because everyone had parents who worried about them, Sky didn't. Nobody would worry over him. Nobody would care, nobody would cry and hug him when they saw him bruised up.

It was all Sky, just him in this cruel world, everyone on one side with weapons while sky was on the other end all by himself since nobody was there for him.

And now he had a second goal other than getting medical attention and NOT dying, which was a first. He had to avoid Ty like he was the plague, Sky wouldn't let Ty see him weak.

He knew his secret, he knew Sky was a wimp and cuts his own wrists for pain, Sky chocked on a sob. Fortunately nobody else was in the elevator with him, all being in either classes or passing time.

The elevator gave a soft ding signaling that Sky could leave now, the elevator doors opened letting him leave. Then with the wall as his only support he limped to his room.

Jason was in class so Sky wouldn't have to deal with him.

Sky limped into the bathroom after opening the door to their dorm

He grabbed some wrap and began to wrap himself up. Cuts and bruises all over his body.

Though his mind was elsewhere, he couldn't stop thinking about that women and what would've happened to him. He may be abused and used but he would've never expected for someone to try and sell him.

It was scary.

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