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Now this I love. My mind was emptied of all memories. But, everything that followed my wake I can remember in perfect detail. I never thought it would be like this. Writing this now I've just realised how much I can actually recall from that day. Every little detail. It’s as if my memory loss has given me more space for new ones. But then again, there's something's wrong with me. Not sure what but I remember a doctor telling me that its brain damage. I don’t believe her because I’m an idiot. I told her that and hoped she understood.
I can remember the past few days in perfect detail, but that's about as far back as it goes. As I live another day I forget another as if the new memories push out the old ones. I was told this happened about six years ago when I was seventeen. I can remember bits of my childhood. My sweet mother. And her unjust execution. My little Canadian home. My Canadian town, Kelowna. My father that was never there. The tall trees and mountains. Christmas. Wooden stairs, arched doorways, the scent of cinnamon. Planes. Impossible ascension. The old human music. Drones, distortions. Slow crescendos, constant build-ups. Louder, so loud. Induced emotions through sound. That voice in The Great Gig in the Sky... But seventeen onwards... nothing. Somehow 6 years had just completely disappeared. That's why I'm writing this. I can't let my past just wash away like this. I need to defeat this, somehow.
Anyway back in the shack. I was just like the other three around me, lying half naked on a dirty mattress with a bitter taste in my mouth. I arose awkwardly competing with aching bones screaming for the soft mattress. I sat up, drowsily fighting the luring thought of lying back down. I didn’t want to get stuck in that dream again.
I sat there for ages pondering on the strange dream. I didn’t yet know that I was an amnesiac. It took a while, I was quite tired and a bit absent minded. There was a familiar feeling of comfort which kept me pleasantly sidetracked. However there was a slow drop in the pit of my stomach when I began to wonder where I was again. A very unfamiliar feeling started to brew as I tried to search my empty mind. I had no idea where I was... but surely... that’s not possible. How can I not know where I am? I disregarded my worried thoughts for a second thinking the memories would soon surface.
I lay there for a while, thinking all was normal. I thought I was too tired to search my mind, but the worry started to build. I just couldn’t remember how I got here. The pain in my head was now being somewhat numbed by adrenaline brought on by a slow rise of fear. Why couldn't I remember? My hands were shaking, pinkish skinned hands, but the rest of my body was covered in white fur, excluding my chest and feet. My hands looked like my feet and my feet like my hands. I had four thumbs! Why did I find this so surprising?! Why couldn't I remember?! I felt my face. everything was there. This isn’t possible, not possible, can’t be. Stupid this is stupid, impossible! How can I not know who I am? No effen way!
I had to find something, I had to see my face, I had to remember. I scanned the room, nothing reflective. The people on the floor, they were... the same. The same species as I. Furred monkey like creatures with tall pointy elfish ears and long thin tails. They were covered in white fur, except for their hands, feet, muzzle, chest, and the more explicit areas on one which didn’t even bother to be half naked. They were all Azikai... I knew who they were. The Azikai Race, Refugees. Brought here to earth after some war I couldn’t quite yet recall. But what was I doing here?!
So to add to the dramatic thoughts in my head I did what any actor should have and sprung from my bed. However it seams I've still to learn allot from the art of dramaticy (which is a word now). My tired legs lost balance with their unhealthy appetite for sleep. I instantly fell back down and landed on one of my unconscious neighbours.
Now this next bit was quite interesting.
Her black Azikai eyes slowly opened and she began groggily shouting at me in a slurred raspy voice (that not the interesting bit). It was a different language though, different from the voice in my head, but I still recognized it. Cantonese. Now if she was shouting at me in English and replaced some of the more vulgar words with similar sounding pleasant ones then she would be saying along the lines of "Ducking... Duck... Mak... you... you... stupid Duck! what the duck do you think you're doing! you ducking glass pole! w.. wh.. why... I mean... for duck...." and I'm sure you get the point with that. But, "Mak". was that my name? I was quick to reply, trying to sound as apologetic as I could.
"Sorry, really sorry! I uh..."
"Duck off"
She continued to mutter abuse as she turned over onto her side and fell asleep. Out of desperation I tried to wake her up again, trying to get her help. It was obvious she knew who I was. Whispering in her ear didn't work so I lightly shook her shoulder. Then... well... in my current state I never would have seen this coming. If I wasn't suffering memory loss then I would have backed away instantly, but... guess I was unlucky this time (now this is the interesting bit). She started to shiver, her breathing accelerating. I backed off a bit, thinking she was starting off a seizure. But it was too late. With incredible speed she rolled over pushing me down onto the mattress and before I knew it she was kneeling onto of me with a raised clenched shaking fist. It descended five times. The first three to my jaw, the last two to the side of my head. I tried to push her off, fight back, but the shock paralyzed me, her unbelievable speed, her relentless aggression. By the time the fist raised for the sixth hit I was frozen. Every muscle in my body has seized up with the shock. All I could feel was the piercing sting of my now tenderised facial muscles and the sickening ach growing in my head. She too was frozen. The snarl on her muzzle diminishing. Her crazed beastly eyes transforming in to those of a scared little girl. She suddenly gasped covering her mouth with both hands out of shock. She began to whimper "oh, god, oh god, no, no, no, no..." She then started to cry.
I wasn't taking any chances, I slipped out from underneath her and bolted for the door. And my god, yet another shock to the system was waiting outside. The blinding burning daylight played havoc with my senses, and once again... paralysed! The theme of the day. Anyway it only took a few seconds until I decided to add to my bruises and land face first on the dusty ground. Legs where still a bit wobbly from... well... everything. The sun was immense, hung high in the afternoon sky. For a brief moment it felt quite soothing on my back. I lay there for a few seconds waiting for my brain to reboot and take in all that just happened. Then I heard her call my name "Mak!" Again, if I had my memories, I would have known that she was like this. A bit emotional, well... extremely emotional. And she had every right to be with her troubled past. But at that moment I didn't know. All I could think was, run.