Here my new story. Don’t worry KK, The End, and In a Dream will continue in a bit. 🙂
It was like I was lost. But you know that feeling you have when someone you care for is missing and you know where they are exactly (or hopefully)? That was me, except I was the one missing but I knew where I was. I hoped.
I didn’t know anything: who I was, what my name was, how old I was, and even what I looked like. I was like a newborn baby. Wondering why it suddenly found itself somewhere else. And that baby, me, wanted to cry too. I couldn’t remember anything, but I felt like I had remembered something at one point.
I knew I had a life. I tried thinking.
Well that’s something, I thought, It can think.
I picked myself up from the sandy ground and checked my surroundings.
Great, it can move around too. This one might be easier to handle.
Suddenly a deep feeling in me was saying that wasn’t me thinking.
You’re not. That’s me. The thing controlling you.
I jumped to my feet and whacked my head on something hard. The lights went out for a moment. What?
Yeah, they all freak out like that. Well, some of them. Very few. Surprising you are; you looked like that not-so-smart people when we first spotted you.
That’s when I crawled only to hit something again. This was getting weird. Almost like-
It’s not a dream. You’re not dreaming. You’ve been brainwashed.
I was about to ask this – thing – what brainwashed meant when:
It means you’ve lost all memory of what you once were.
“Comforting,” I thought.
In a way, maybe. You humans have so many bad memories it’s a miracle for some if they lose those.
“Can you bring back these memories?” I asked.
Yes, but…I’m not going to. You see? You knew too much. Way too much for your own good. It’s better this way.
Okay. This was too awkward. I thought for a moment and asked, “What’s your name?”
I don’t have one.
To know you. To be you. To control you.
“Your name. That’s what I’ll call you.”
My name? You truly are a strange one. It might be fun controlling you.
Suddenly I felt a fiery feeling in my soul and it felt familiar. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll like you.”