Now, this is Dreaming you, and it's so emotional, at first you won't understand but I began to cry just when I think about how will continue, if you got questions about it or things you don't understand then ask me or if you want to say what you think will happen, review and hope to like it…believe me …it's just the start and it's worth.
"Hey! If you really hate me then prove it! Beat me!"
"Dobe , I am not wasting my time on you."
"Oh…so you really are a coward! And not to mention a big L-O-S-E-R!"
"Fuck off Uzumaki! You are getting my nerves and you don't want that. Do you?"
"HA! You wish. You would know how much I want to see the control freak losing his precious control that he's so careful with! And he never even lost it because he is too afraid to even try to act normal!"
"Now, you just crossed the line Uzumaki! You are so dead!"
"Let me see, if I care about your stupid line, let me see…I don't fucking care!"
"You will!"
It's a line It's a line Here it's a line so get used to it cause here it's a line it's a line it's a line line line
Why? I wish to know why do we act like that…Let me think…I don't know…We were like that like forever and it begun to become unsupportable and still…it begun to hurt more and more and I just….don't know what to do or if I am supposed to do something…I just don't know. It's been almost a year and if I think back, a year ago …it's just impossible …we were…we were best friends and now we are enemies. But I still remember it…I just do…a year ago, my first…just the first dream of him.
Dreaming you
The first dream: Morning grass
I was standing in the rain…I was just standing there, wet to the bone and just down on the ground, cars passing by…flashes of lights going through my eyes but I didn't move…not even a bit then I start thinking, so slow, so hard to think but still it was so deep that I couldn't just get up.
"What are you doing here?"
Someone is speaking to me but I can't see it clearly …It's just…I can't move my mouth or understand what he is saying…
"Wha…up, you must get up, you can't stay here, hey! Wake up!"
I can't open my eyes…I just fell carried away and still the rain is everywhere…it's so cold...
It's a line It's a line Here it's a line so get used to it cause here it's a line it's a line it's a line line line
"How are you feeling?"
My head just explodes and I feel so weak but still…its warm and I'm fine…it's like I've been in hell and come to heaven though I don't know if it's so hard to speak in heaven…
"…I'm...fine."
I try hard to get up from the bed I was sitting on but I just felt a little bit dizzy…
"No, you are not fine."
He just put me back on the bed and is now trying to hold me down so I don't lose control of myself…he asked something but I keep looking down…I don't know him but I remember him getting me off the streets, but why?
"Look ,I don't know what happened or who you are and neither do you but just stay here until the doctor arrives and then you can go home, ok?"
"A…doctor?"
Doctor, think, someone who sees you when you are sick , not when you…I don't even know what is happening to me but still home…home?
"What…home?"
"Well, the house that you are living in."
House, living, home? I don't have such a thing…I just can't remember anywhere I can go ,I just don't know where I am or where I was before….
"I don't have…"
The doorbell rang. It sounded too loud..
"Yes, coming. You stay here; put your head on the pillow."
He helps me lay down on it and I just lay there watching the odd person coming in the room before him…his voice wasn't as beautiful as the one that own this house, or the one with dark hair…I don't know…I should ask or shouldn't I …wait, doctor and…I don't want him to come near me…don't let him come near me.
"Ok, so you are the sick one?"
I am supposed to answer that?
"Yes,he is."
He did, he just stays there at the wall just to the left of the door staring at the bed where I am and then at the doctor that just put his hand in his large bag, getting something out…I don't even know what it is.
"Ok, so, where did you get those bruises and scars from?"
Is he talking to me? What did I get?
" I have bruises….scars?"
"You don't remember anything?"
"What am I supposed to remember?"
He gets something else out and it's … well… it looks odd.
"What is that?"
He looked confused by my question…I just asked what is this long thing. What is so weird about that?
"You don't know what it is?"
"Should I?"
He still looked, wondered at me, and I looked at the black haired man standing in the same position but still with somehow changed expression on his face…and I can't explain it…like confused yet still having some kind of idea about something…
"This is a stethoscope, do you know what that is?"
A stetho…what?
"No…"
Am I supposed to know about that steto… thing?
"Ok, can you take your T-shirt off?"
Take my T-shirt off? Take …take my…oh...Yeah...I guess…I …
"Hn…"
The black haired man smirks and looks away and then back, with his hands up at his chest, like putting a barrier or something…but still he looks at me…and at this…doctor, with his right leg bent up on the wall that he is leaning against. l don't know… He still seems…why is he looking so …
"Ok…can I take it off for you?"
I look at him in question, what am I supposed to do? What…he pushes up the cloth I have …or it supposed to be named T-shirt …oh…now I remember…why do I feel so confused about everything?
"Ok…now…breathe with me."
He breathes in and out and I try to do that too, for some times and then he ask the black hair man something…
"Where exactly did you find him?"
"On the streets, yesterday."
"In the rain?"
"Yes."
"That's not quite…."
"Normal."
It is like they are having an argument…ok…not quite normal…finding me on the streets…in the rain, that's what they just said but why…ok…he takes something out of that big brown bag again…it's something little and it makes…light.
"Ok, follow the light."
He flashes the little light left and right and again and again in front of me and my eyes automatically follow the light.
"Fine, now, you can put the T-shirt on again, I will come another time."
He walks out of the room and the black haired man follows him, leaving the door open behind them, after all…they didn't walk more than five steps before they stopped to talk about me…
"He had been beat up, and I think he had hit his head with, I don't know, the ground on the street, anyway, it must be a temporary amnesia or something, and maybe he will recover his memory, maybe he won't. I want to know if you will let him stay with you or do you want me to get him to the hospital?"
"Hospital?"
"You are not a friend or a relative of his then?"
"No."
"Did you know him before this incident?"
"No."
"Well, I met some cases like this one and most of the people kept them and they remembered in some weeks, what their name was, and where they live. You have to talk to them because like that, they will remember quicker and won't forget things like, that is a T-shirt and that is the sky, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"So, do you want to keep him until he recovers or not?"
"Well…I don't live with anyone but I don't know if I can be of any use to him."
"It's abnormal to do this, I know. But we doctors have seen many of these kinds of hospitals it's worse because the assistants and doctors, nurses, can't talk to them all day and they somehow don't remember most of things they need to. Most of them had never recovered their memory, most of the cases were when they will be kept with someone that live inside a normal house and it is better but if…"
"No…I think it's ok."
"We will give you some money for his food and if I can ask, what job do you have?"
"I'm a writer."
"And you write at home?"
"Yes."
"Then you don't leave the house very much."
"No almost not at all."
"Well, no problems with money? Books sell well?
"Yes. No problems."
"But just in case if you do decide to go outside, take him with you, at least once or twice a week, it will be good for him."
"Thanks, I will."
"So, all settled? Tomorrow, the money will be in the mail box, all good? And we will try to find out his identity after I take some blood in two days and if we get some of, friends, family, maybe he will remember."
"Yes, thank you... Goodbye."
"Have a nice day .Goodbye."
The conversation was long and I tried hard to understand what they were saying but some words were louder and some of them were short and In a low voice…but I heard the door close and I heard goodbye….so the doctor left or was it the black haired man?
"Well, this is a pain in the ass."
The black haired man came back into the room I am in and sat on the bed beside me. He grabbed up the cloth and showed it to me.
"This is a T-shirt and you must put it on, now. Raise your hands."
He grabs my arms and put them up and then tries to put the…T-shirt on me, somehow he just looked odd at me ….
"You really don't remember anything. Do you?"
I moved my head right and left to match a no cause I really don't feel like talking….
"Do you know where you lived?"
"Where I…?"
"Where you stayed? In what house…something like that…?"
"…No…"
"Ok, just tell me, do you know…your name?"
"My…name?"
"Yes, your name."
I still looked at him, trying to understand what he wants and what I am supposed to remember.
"Fine,look,I am Sasuke Uchiha, pleased to met you, you are…?"
He reaches his hands like me wanting to do something and his name is Sasuke Uchiha…odd..but it sounds familiar or it's just rhymes…
"Your name is?"
My name…my name…my name…is…
"I don't know."
"It's fine. At least you know how to speak…ok…it's fine, we will talk about it, you don't need to remember, now…it's…"
He puts a hand on his forehead in frustration and something grows inside of me and then a sound started outside of my stomach.
"Oh…I am sorry, you didn't eat for God's knows how long…Do you like…ah…miso soup? "
"Mis…what?"
"Doesn't matters…it's good. Come."
He gets up from the bed and reaches a hand to me, I put my hand in his and he leads me into some weird room, where there was more black and white and he puts me on a chair. I watched him as he heated something.
"Do you remember…how to eat?"
I try to understand but my head explodes…it's too much for me…I just can't deal with this things that they just ask, from when I wake up and now, they just ask, and talk, and ask, and ask, and ask…
"Oh…God! Take me now!"
He was almost yelling, and the thing that was on fire just blows off the edge, is that the mis…thing soup that he is trying to make for me?
-"Ok, take this and then put it in your mouth and…ok…right….and chew...now swallow and then do it again, until you finish .Ok?"
"Ok."
"Fine, you are great…"
This is good. I feel much better after that warm thing and I don't know why he smiled at me all the time, I felt odd…I don't know, I am in that bed again and I fell a little tired…but he comes again and speaks.
"Do you want to go to sleep?"
I don't really know what to say but I just closed my eyes…I just felt too good to move something now.
It's a line It's a line Here it's a line so get used to it cause here it's a line it's a line it's a line line line
"Wake up!"
Two seconds and I open my eyes…so much sun, everything rotates around me.
"Finally, it's time for breakfast."
It was silent, it was a little sad but the silence was nice but still uncomfortable.
"I feel dizzy ..."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"It's ok, you just have to get some air and it will be better."
We go to the park and walk, more and more, holding hands with no reason, we catch the sunrise and we catch a beautiful breeze of the wind and it felt good, we sit on aromatic grass with dew and it smelled so good…everything was like magic and neither of us complain.
We sit there for one hour, me on his lap, he playing in my hair and putting a question in some time like…"You like this?","Are you ok?","Are you uncomfortable with this?"Most of my answers were „No."Or all of them and then he put a weird question…
"How would you feel if you will forget me someday?"
"I wouldn't know if I forget you, but I don't want too."
"Why?"
I don't know how to answer…I really don't.
"If you will forget me, what would I have to do to make you remember me?"
"I don't know…"
"We must think of something"
"I suppose…"
"Funny…"
"What is funny?"
"You won't like it."
"What?"
"I won't tell you."
"Why?"
"Because I just won't…."
I heard something that was ringing loud enough for me to hear, it wasn't in my room and it sounded like a clock…and then it stopped as fast as it started but I was too tired to wake up and I felled asleep again.