These chapters should be relatively short, so I can update faster. Plus, this story feels to me like it would have shorter chapters, but a larger amount of them. I dunno.
And a big thanks to Lunar Orphan for giving me some beloved plot ideas to make this more interesting. Thanks a bunch hon!
Song:
Echo- Jason Walker
Past
I watched from outside the window of his hospital room. Doctors and nurses passed me in the hallway, but I paid no mind to them. I was too fixated on watching his sleeping form.
Thor called five times that night, but I missed every single one of them.
On purpose.
If he knew what I was doing, he'd kill me. He'd yell at me and tell me how much of a fool I was, and I would just ignore his incessant chatter. He always talked too much. I knew what I was doing, anyways. He didn't need to tell me what to do.
"Make him forget."
Present
The next time I see him, he's sitting in the diner in town. I want to talk to him again for some reason, but I resist and keep walking down the street.
A hand catches at my shoulder, and I turn to see him, towering over me with confusion laced into his blue eyes. "Who are you?" he asks, almost demands.
"You don't know me," I whisper, and attempt to pull away.
"Yes I do," a look of vague recognition crosses his features. "How did you ruin my life? Who are you?"
Tears prick at my eyes again. "You don't know me."
"Yes I do!" he shakes. "Tell me your name!"
"I don't even know your name!" I nearly shout. "Why should I tell you mine?"
He sets his jaw, and then swallows back the anger that's probably building in his throat. "Then tell me how you ruined my life."
"I won't," I whisper. "I couldn't. You're not supposed to know me."
He fists his hands in his hair. "But I just know you. I don't know how, but I just do."
"I can't tell you!" I start crying again.
And I walk away like a coward.
Past
Why did I get in that car?
I don't know.
I tried to escape him once, but it seemed that God had other plans for me. He decided it was time for me to be the bad guy, and I had no choice in it. My inebriated self had no choice in it.
Why did I have to be such a terrible person?
I felt pain in my side, and I knew there was glass there, imbedded deep into my body. But that didn't matter, because soon I was being hauled away, and all I could see was the flash of police lights and a splash of blood on the blacktop.
It wasn't even my blood.
Why couldn't I ever escape him?
"Hey Thor?"
"Yes?"
"Should I erase him?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Like, from my memory. I don't deserve to remember him."
"You're talking crazy, you need to sleep."
"It should be fair though."
"Fair?"
"Yes, fair."