Thanks for the good response to this, and sorry for making you waiting so long.
But finally here it is, the second instalment of
Kept
Who's that?
Not you O observant one. I somehow doubt that you are the one calling my name.
Is it my name?
It sounds familiar.
As does she.
Who is she?
Do you know?
Note the reflex in asking for information you will not give.
You would not answer me no matter what I asked, would you?
See?
Why does she call my name? Who is she to me?
Who am I to her?
She's laughing now, it's a delightful sound.
It brings the image of flowers, the feel of sunshine.
Good memories I'm sure.
I'll remind you that I don't have them anymore.
But I'm not bitter.
Oh no, of course not.
I've only been stripped of my life and memories, cast into the darkness, my only means of communication being you. Why should I be bitter?
What reason have I?
Ha!
Excuse me, I just caught the double meaning.
My Master used to be good at that.
Was he?
He must have been. I, I would not have said that otherwise.
Would I?
Strange how you can say something without realizing it, huh?
Maybe this is the beginning.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to remember.
I'll be able to remember everything.
The places I lived, the people I've known.
HerIn time I will.
I'll remember everything, why I'm here, what I've done, everything.
I will remember.
I have to.
I gotta remember
I just gotta.