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what can you do when your all alone, and can't even remember you're name? View table of contents...



Submitted:May 17, 2008    Reads: 232    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Part One
How long have I been here? days? weeks? I can't remember, but it seems like forever.
when i try to look closer I can only see nothingness. Not black. nothingness. At first I thought of it as black, but It's to empty to be anything. All around me is nothingness,I can't see, hear, or even feel anything but. There is only a scent. The faint burning smell. It is probubly just another sign of me going crazy. But still, it seems to be the only thing keeping me sain. That, and the promise HE made me. Just the fact that he's coming for me is all that i need. I may not remember my name, but there's no way i could forget his.
"Aaron" I say it without even realizing it, scaring myself. I had forgotten how to talk up until now. It seems that just the thought of him can save me. But who is Aaron? Wait... how could I ever forget? It was love at first sight. Hes my teacher and me, his student. We may be 15 years apart, but age doesn't matter when it comes to love. That's what Aaron always told me. But that's not what my parents thought. Our maid found his picture in my pants pocket, and imediantly took it to my mother. I can't say I blame her. She use to be quite nice, and so happy. But no one can stay happy for long in that house.
I've always been stressed out. Since I'm to someday take over dad's company, I had always been pressured into being the best manI could, with grades at the top of my class. I had confirmed that it was my picture and, when asked who he was, unable to come up with a lie, told him the truth. Dad was so ashamed of me, he kicked me out. He told me that he never wanted to see me again,that I was a disgrace. I looked to mom for help, but she just sat there crying, not looking at me. What was it? Was it the age, or the gender? I simply don't know. It may as well have been both. Why am I remembering this now? It seem's his name has triggered alot of my memories. I now notice how much I'm shivering. I'm not cold. It's not cold or hot here. Another chill runs up my spine. What's happening to me? Could this be from fright? No. That's not right. I can't remember what fright feels like, or anything for that matter, but i don't think it's this. Maybe I really am going crazy. IfI can just stay saine long enough to see him again...where is he now? What's taking him so long? When he took me to this large, lone building, and asked me to do something for him,I never expected this. How long does he plan to keep me waiting? This doesnt seem right. If he loves me so much, why did he leave me here so long? Wait. What amI thinking? He would never do anything like that to me. He loves me. He's told me so many times before! I should never dout him! He diserves better than that. He always makes me feel better, whenever my life is to much. And surly it hasnt been that long, I'm probably just being paranoied. But...why does it seem like weeks? Why can'tI remember my name? Why did he leave me with men in white coats? Why would he have them lock me in here, without anything to eat or drink? Something must be wrong. Maybe something happened to him? Maybe this isn't real. None of it, none of this is real. I'm just imagining, or dreaming! Yes! That's it! This is all a dream! Surly nowhere like this really exists! I'm dreaming! I-I'v got to get out of here! I pull on my arm skin with two fingers. Nothing. No pain. Even more proof that I'm dreaming...or just insane. But somehow, this all feels to real. What the hell is going on!? I lift my head, and slam it into the wall. Why!? Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? Suddenly, In front of me, there's a sudden flash of light. I shield my eyes, burning from the sudden change. Squinting,I try to figure out what it is. There's a dark blur, no, a figure comeing through it. I start blinking, and try to make it out. A perfect smile, endless blue eyes, sleek dark as night hair...Aaron!"Derrick..." he says, gazing lovingly into my eyes, and smiling that perfect smile, with those dazling teeth. Derrick? My name!"A-a-Aaron!"I breathlessly croke, on the verge of tears. I push myself off the ground with all my remaining strength, and fall into his warm, welcoming chest. It's a little harder than I remember. That's because I'm lying on what I'm guessing to be a concrete floor, and what I think is probably not warm, but quite the opposite. He hasn't come.


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