The Time Forgotten
Opens the window frame.
I chose to sit on the side of my windowsill when I got up from studying. All I could think about was how nice the weather looked outside. My heart was beaming but crushed. Everything that's happened over the past year. Dread. Happiness. Fulfillment. Sadness and regret. He took my hand and never let go. Until I did the thing he wouldn't ever do. I let go of our interlocked fingers. Screaming and crying I just couldn't look past my eyes. Tears filled my eyes like a car windshield in the middle of a terrible storm. Nothing could calm me. My heart was on fire. I was dying on the inside. Everything was breaking like a shattered mirror or a teacup that had been thrown against the wall. I was just grasping at the hard concrete floor. The heat from my lungs was trying to escape through my breath. He had left my world. I wont forget him. I am his bride.
Time Passes
"I am his bride."? What is this? I wrote it. I remember doing it. The thing is I can't remember exactly what its about. I get this surge of adrenaline whenever I read it. Overpowering feelings of sadness take hold of my chest. I grasp at my neck and head no matter how much I do, the feelings do not supress. I must remember. What was I trying to remember? Why was I on the roof that night? Why don't I see ghosts anymore? Could they be related? What did they call me? It was a pretty random thing to be called by ghosts. Bride—Oh! Goblins Bride! Why couldn't I remember that it was so obvious. I lived with that title for years and I finally found the goblin. We were together— AHH! It had started to rain.
An immense pain overtook my head. These kindlings of memory were burning a hole in my brain. I collapsed on the floor. I woke up in the hospital. The doctor said nothing was wrong with me physically. It was caused by something mental. I found a therapist to discuss things further.
After the appointment
Mental Distress. Post traumatic Stress Disorder. Pain brought on by rain and memories locked away. What was this person talking about? I'm fine. I haven't had anything traumatic except for my daily life… for years. Maybe all the stress finally caught up with me. I must deal with this indescribable pain.
On my own. By myself. I haven't had anybody to rely on since my mother.. wait—I remember a figure. Tall. Lonely. He almost shone. What was his face? I can't remember. I have to leave this place. It's giving me anxiety because I can't for the life of me remember a face. I just have this warm feeling that's being wrapped up and crushed inside a box. Smothered. Contained. Erased.
1 year passes
I left my other home and finally found a place. My landlord is unnaturally beautiful, I thought I had seen a ghost for the first time in years. I quickly realized that such beautiful people do exist. She gave me a feeling of connection and warmth. I had no idea why I felt so comfortable with a stranger. Either way we lived in the same place and we still do to this day. She is now one of my best friends.
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