Fragments of Memories
Mike never knew how much he needed her until she was gone. He never knew how complete she made him feel until the day she fled. From him. Who was the monster now?
The boy awoke with a mind numbing pain coursing throughout his body. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moving his dark locks away from his face. Why am I hurting? He thought. Oh that's right. The alcohol comes with its side effects. Mike glanced around his room, noting the growing number of empty vodka bottles that piled up every night.
"Drink to forget," he muttered, as he slowly ambled into the bathroom. He stared at the reflection in the mirror; he was hardly recognizable.
The overgrown oily black mess that curtained his pale face had replaced his neatly groomed hair. His eyes were empty and bloodshot, and he could see his deteriorating physique under his baggy clothes.
The lurching feeling in his gut made Mike rush over to the toilet and empty the contents into the bowl. He clutched the cold porcelain rim with his clammy hands and exhaled loudly, trying to ignore his pounding headache.
Outside, he could hear the carefree birds chirping their song and feel the warm rays of sunlight beaming down at him through the open window. Mike sighed. Oh how he desperately wished to be innocent again. How he wished that everything would be carefree and happy again. How he wished to forget everything he had done to her...to Eleven.
No, no, no, his subconsciousness whispered furiously in his head. Don't remember. Drink to forget. Drink to forget. DRINK TO FORGET. The voice boomed loudly in his head and Mike fell to the floor, clutching his head in agony. He struggled to remember what had occurred that night. What had he done that scared his precious El away from him? Have another bottle, his mind suggested. Drink away the pain. No one wants to remember.
"No," he said aloud, fighting the raging storm of conflict inside of him. He had to remember. Mike's heart, his soul was screaming in agony. It could suffer no longer. He needed his missing piece; his other half. Eleven.
Mike reluctantly let go of all control and let the fragments of memories invade his mind.