Forget Me

For one half of my Gemini Muses; for Splatalie who sometimes seems to know me better than I know myself and is not as boring as she thinks. Good luck at Uni hunni!

Now people I'm going to ask for your advice here; I have this idea but I'm not sure where to take it next, I could continue into a story of indeterminate length or I could leave it as a one shot. Read it and tell me what you think, it would be much appreciated.

The song is 'Kites' by Patty Griffin. If you haven't heard it before go on Youtube and listen to it, it's really beautiful and if you like it you should also listen to her song 'Rain.'

Forgotten

I'm in hell.

It was that place they always talked about, the one they used to scare the children like the bogeyman or the monster that lurked under the bed and ate naughty children. They all grow up though; the children see through the stories and lose the nightmares, it's not real; it's never real.

But I've seen those monsters, I've fought the bogeyman and met worse than the monster under the bed…I still live with those nightmares, I live in them.

It's not fire and brimstone though, and it's not the wrath of God; I'm not sure God even knows about this place. The ground is beaten dust and the sun is never covered by clouds; even the blood evaporates eventually but it's not hell…not really.

But it's real.

The Sunday after there was laughter in the air

Everybody had a kite

They were flying everywhere

And all the trouble went away

And it wasn't just a dream

All the trouble went away

And it wasn't just a dream

I've seen the devil though. His face haunts me even when I close my eyes and everywhere I look there are demons.

It was one last mission, something for my people, for Earth and for the cause. It was duty that brought me to this place, my own misguided sense of right and wrong. Because I didn't realize; right and wrong don't exist in this place, in the moment there is nothing but the fear and the pain, the will to live.

He'd been another Ranger, someone from another planet on his own mission he'd been caught; wrong place at the wrong time. It was supposed to be simple, he was just trapped in this dimension, a dimension that moved and was almost never in the same place. Zordon had wanted me to get the guy out, the Alliance of Light had thought me well suited for the task but now I know I wasn't.

The mission is over; I saw that man die. His body gave up his spirit caved in, and they had laughed. It's my turn now.

I remembered the time Gasket had kidnapped me, it's mostly a blur but it was like this; the arena's the same and it's like every monster in the Universe has converged to watch me die. They tell me I should feel honored that my fame has spread to the furthest boundaries, that the masters and their creations would come all this way to see me die. I'm not honored; I'm sickened…I'm afraid.

In the middle of the night

We try and try with all our might

To light a little light down here

In the middle of the night

We dream of a million kites

Flying high above

The sadness and the fear

I'm like a gladiator. I spend my day in the arena surrounded by jeering monsters and one by one they are pitted against me. They all laugh and say they're testing me but really they're killing me. It's a form of entertainment, I'm there for amusement and for punishment; because I'm the thing they hate, I'm the thing they fear…I'm a Power Ranger.

I'm forgetting things.

I'm starting to forget who I am, who I was. Sometimes I can't say my name, the words fail me but it's more than that; I forget them, forget how to say them and forget why it's important to remember them.

I remember other people though; I remember the soft words that belong to Trini and I remember Adam laughing, I remember a man dressed in red who was always there for me. I remember Her too, pretty in pink like always.

But I'll forget soon, I'll forget their names and faces; I'll forget why they were important.

I wish I knew who I was. I wish I could go back.

Little sister just remember

As you wander through the blue

The little kite that you sent flying

On a sunny afternoon

Made of something light as nothing

Made of joy that matters too

How the little dreams we dream

Are all we can really do

I'll be here forever, I've been here forever. I don't remember what there was before; just more fighting and more pain, that's all there has ever been. Every day merges into the next, there's nothing distinctive; I can't remember how I got here and I don't know why I'm here.

It hurts so much, it's a struggle to morph but they keep my alive…barely. I can't heal, there's never enough time because I have to fight; but I can't remember what I'm fighting for…I'm living a lie so I can hide but now there's no difference between them and I've forgotten what the lie was.

My blood stains this ground, it's soaked up but there's no life here, only death and I know it will be my turn soon.

It's claws that rake my back and it is feet that trample me, hands that hit me and knives that cut me. I pray for the night, I pray the cooling stars and the cold cell. I pray for death.

I'm broken.

There's nothing left here, nothing left but the fear and pain. I'm not dreaming I'm still here; I'm still in hell. I pray for death but I find myself fighting and I've forgotten why.

I've forgotten why I'm here; I've forgotten who I am. I've forgotten what is right and what is wrong. I've forgotten why I need to survive…

In the middle of the night

The world turns with all its might

A little diamond coloured blue

In the middle of the night

We keep sending little kits

Until a little light gets through…

A/N Okay guys tell me what you think, its a little angsty at the mo but this Ranger's in trouble so you'll have to forgive the sadness. So does it need continuation or is it an interesting little one shot? I shall trust your judgement.xxx