Sympathy
By M. E. Gibbs
Chapter 3
Haunting Me
Ever feel like the words are there? In the back of your mind, on the tip of your tongue. Just beyond your reach. Beyond grasp. But so close you can feel them.
You can feel them.
You know they're there. You can feel them.
Haunting you.
Hunting you.
Taunting you.
Always just there.
And always just out of reach.
It's frustrating.
Amy took me to her apartment.
Fed me.
Bandaged my wounds...sort of.
Gave me a place to stay.
Some place warm and dry.
I've been here a week, going on two. Recuperating from...whatever it is that happened to me. Feeling better.
Amy's okay, I guess.
....
She says she's my girlfriend.
That I'm her boyfriend.
That we've been in love for years.
....
I don't know, could be true. I mean after all, it's not like I remember anything. So yeah, we could have been boyfriend and girlfriend, before I forgot everything. We could have been in love.
Maybe it's just me...but I don't see what it was I ever saw in her.
It's not that she's an awful or horrible person. She's certainly annoying
and too eager to please. But she's got a good heart. She's lively and loving. A good kid.
But that's all I can think of her as.
A kid.
I'm not saying she means nothing to me. I'm grateful she took me in.
I'm happy she's a friendly face...though sometimes she's a little too friendly a face.
I'm even a little protective of her. I have no reason to, she seems like she's got some iron in her. But I still want to protect her. I don't like her being hurt. I want her to be happy.
And I guess that's why I haven't left sooner. She seems so happy to have me around. And I'm glad she's happy.
But I'm not learning anything, here, cooped up in her apartment. She hasn't really let me leave. Always comes up with some excuse to keep me in. I've been hurt too badly, it's raining outside. Lately they've been less valid and more nonsensical. I get the impression she's sheltering me.
Or hiding something from me.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think Amy means me any harm. Quite the contrary, I think. But at the same time I can't shake the feeling that she isn't telling me the whole truth. That there are facts she doesn't want me to know.
This feeling could be a sign that my memories are returning.
I'd like to think it's that.
Most likely though, it's just simple observation. Amy isn't very good at lying.
She's asleep on the sofa right now. She was nice enough to let me have the bed. Bed looks a lot more comfortable. Of course the sofa is also smack dab in front of the only exit.
She's started locking me in when she leaves. Says it's for safety. I just think she doesn't want me to take off. I was okay here for a while. It was nice to sit around, let my wounds heal, watch TV, desperately hope I remember something. But I'm really sick of laying around. My philosophy, and I know now that's what it is, is to keep going. Keep moving. Not to sit around on my butt and get fat off of potato chips while an over anxious hedgehog girl dotes on me. I want to get moving. I want to see some more of the world. I'm not remembering anything here. I might remember something out there. And if not, at least I won't be fat and bored.
So I'm leaving. Leaving this stupid apartment. Leaving Amy. Leaving my sanctuary. Going into the big bright world. Seeing what I find.
I just realized. Amy didn't tell me shit about who I am. She told me about how madly in love we are. Or were. About how long we've known each other. How we met. Every single date we've ever had, or so it seems to me. Of course none of it helped me remember a thing. But listening to her talk...She didn't tell me anything about me. None of my hopes or dreams, goals or accomplishments. Not even my favorite color. It was about...us. An us, that if it ever existed, is dead now.
I want Amy to be happy. I want to see that smile light up her eyes and hear her squeals of joy (so long as the aren't too close to my ears). But I really want to remember. I'm not remembering here. I know I'll break Amy's heart taking off the way I'm going to. But...I think she's use to it. Use to me heading off when I feel like it or need to. So maybe she'll be heart broken. She'll bounce back.
Like I said, she's a good. She'll be fine. She's got her cute little apartment, her credit card, her daydreams. That girl will be fine. It's me I'm worried about. So off into the big scary world I go once again, looking for something that'll let me be fine. Maybe I'll find it. Maybe I won't.
I sneak past the sofa carefully. The TV is still on and Amy has fallen asleep watching it. I reach the door safely and unlatch lock carefully. I glance at Amy. A sigh escapes my lips. I walk back to her, turn off the TV, and pull down a coat from the coat wrack by the door and drape it over her.
"So long, Amy," I whisper. The door clicks shut behind me with barely any sound. I head out of the apartment complex. It's late and there's no one to see me leave. Not that it matters. I glance up the face of the apartment building as I step out into the night. There aren't any lights on. I idly wonder if it's an omen as I wander off into the darkened night.
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Author's Note: Wow, does the ending of this chapter suck as much as I think it does? No, don't answer that. I'll edit it, I'm sure I really will. But...you know I'm lazy tonight. So, chill, I'll see you next chapter...whenever that is.....
Peace out yo!
By M. E. Gibbs
Chapter 3
Haunting Me
Ever feel like the words are there? In the back of your mind, on the tip of your tongue. Just beyond your reach. Beyond grasp. But so close you can feel them.
You can feel them.
You know they're there. You can feel them.
Haunting you.
Hunting you.
Taunting you.
Always just there.
And always just out of reach.
It's frustrating.
Amy took me to her apartment.
Fed me.
Bandaged my wounds...sort of.
Gave me a place to stay.
Some place warm and dry.
I've been here a week, going on two. Recuperating from...whatever it is that happened to me. Feeling better.
Amy's okay, I guess.
....
She says she's my girlfriend.
That I'm her boyfriend.
That we've been in love for years.
....
I don't know, could be true. I mean after all, it's not like I remember anything. So yeah, we could have been boyfriend and girlfriend, before I forgot everything. We could have been in love.
Maybe it's just me...but I don't see what it was I ever saw in her.
It's not that she's an awful or horrible person. She's certainly annoying
and too eager to please. But she's got a good heart. She's lively and loving. A good kid.
But that's all I can think of her as.
A kid.
I'm not saying she means nothing to me. I'm grateful she took me in.
I'm happy she's a friendly face...though sometimes she's a little too friendly a face.
I'm even a little protective of her. I have no reason to, she seems like she's got some iron in her. But I still want to protect her. I don't like her being hurt. I want her to be happy.
And I guess that's why I haven't left sooner. She seems so happy to have me around. And I'm glad she's happy.
But I'm not learning anything, here, cooped up in her apartment. She hasn't really let me leave. Always comes up with some excuse to keep me in. I've been hurt too badly, it's raining outside. Lately they've been less valid and more nonsensical. I get the impression she's sheltering me.
Or hiding something from me.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think Amy means me any harm. Quite the contrary, I think. But at the same time I can't shake the feeling that she isn't telling me the whole truth. That there are facts she doesn't want me to know.
This feeling could be a sign that my memories are returning.
I'd like to think it's that.
Most likely though, it's just simple observation. Amy isn't very good at lying.
She's asleep on the sofa right now. She was nice enough to let me have the bed. Bed looks a lot more comfortable. Of course the sofa is also smack dab in front of the only exit.
She's started locking me in when she leaves. Says it's for safety. I just think she doesn't want me to take off. I was okay here for a while. It was nice to sit around, let my wounds heal, watch TV, desperately hope I remember something. But I'm really sick of laying around. My philosophy, and I know now that's what it is, is to keep going. Keep moving. Not to sit around on my butt and get fat off of potato chips while an over anxious hedgehog girl dotes on me. I want to get moving. I want to see some more of the world. I'm not remembering anything here. I might remember something out there. And if not, at least I won't be fat and bored.
So I'm leaving. Leaving this stupid apartment. Leaving Amy. Leaving my sanctuary. Going into the big bright world. Seeing what I find.
I just realized. Amy didn't tell me shit about who I am. She told me about how madly in love we are. Or were. About how long we've known each other. How we met. Every single date we've ever had, or so it seems to me. Of course none of it helped me remember a thing. But listening to her talk...She didn't tell me anything about me. None of my hopes or dreams, goals or accomplishments. Not even my favorite color. It was about...us. An us, that if it ever existed, is dead now.
I want Amy to be happy. I want to see that smile light up her eyes and hear her squeals of joy (so long as the aren't too close to my ears). But I really want to remember. I'm not remembering here. I know I'll break Amy's heart taking off the way I'm going to. But...I think she's use to it. Use to me heading off when I feel like it or need to. So maybe she'll be heart broken. She'll bounce back.
Like I said, she's a good. She'll be fine. She's got her cute little apartment, her credit card, her daydreams. That girl will be fine. It's me I'm worried about. So off into the big scary world I go once again, looking for something that'll let me be fine. Maybe I'll find it. Maybe I won't.
I sneak past the sofa carefully. The TV is still on and Amy has fallen asleep watching it. I reach the door safely and unlatch lock carefully. I glance at Amy. A sigh escapes my lips. I walk back to her, turn off the TV, and pull down a coat from the coat wrack by the door and drape it over her.
"So long, Amy," I whisper. The door clicks shut behind me with barely any sound. I head out of the apartment complex. It's late and there's no one to see me leave. Not that it matters. I glance up the face of the apartment building as I step out into the night. There aren't any lights on. I idly wonder if it's an omen as I wander off into the darkened night.
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Author's Note: Wow, does the ending of this chapter suck as much as I think it does? No, don't answer that. I'll edit it, I'm sure I really will. But...you know I'm lazy tonight. So, chill, I'll see you next chapter...whenever that is.....
Peace out yo!
