posted september 5th, 2020

I opened one eye first, then the next to a very dimly lit room.

I could barely make out my surroundings- an empty room with a screen on the wall and a vey uncomfortable chair I was on. What was happening?

What I noticed after was how tired I was. I had just woken from sleep, but still sleepy. It wasn't a resting sleep. It was a tiring one, one that drained you because of how uncomfortable I felt.

After a few seconds, the screen lit up, and appeared on it a home I had seen in my flashbacks. My home. I tried to stand up, but my arms wouldn't budge. Under the tv's dim light, I could faintly make out the silhouette of metal handcuffs restricting my hands.

What? Not out yet?

"we meet again. I'm blake." The speaker on the sides of the rooms spit. It was the voice I had grew to hate. My insides churned. What was he going to do again? Hopefully, I hadn't lost my memory. What was he going to do ? take me on a island, and leave me there? Drown me?

I scanned my surroundings, and found nothing else inside. He is sick.

"I decided to be kind enough and give you a visit down memory lane. Before you also forget where you came from." Two big dark speakers were on the top corners in a room. I felt like I was watching a 3D horror movie. But this time, I wasn't the spectator. This time I was the main character.

I was the one struggling for a way out, without success.

"I'm so nice. " He laughed an evil laugh before he passed to another picture on the tv. A family picture. When I was very young. I remembered the day it was taken with a heart tug.

Seven year-old me petite me, between father, and Daniel. Mom was beside him. we looked happy. Had we really been? Yes. Happy doesn't mean that you always get along. It means that you get along, and when you do, you have a very good time.

Not perfect time. There are always complications and trials. But in its messiness, the time is perfect.

I am not perfect too. I wish the world could see it.

When I felt something ping me in my arm vein, I realized I was being injected at the moment. I started feeling dizzy.

"you wanted to perform an experiment, because you think you don't feel love."

Another injection. I reposed my head on the chair. "what a great fool. I can't let you to. Because what you'll discover, I need to use it as leverage to win back my wife."

A stronger injection. This time, my eyes closed without my consent. I found myself drifting away. With nothing keeping me sane anymore, after a few seconds, I couldn't remember anything anymore.

The pain the injections were creating were so hard that I lost touch with reality.

I didn't know if I was going to wake up anymore. But if it was with him, I didn't want to.