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I Don’t Remember


I woke up this morning aching in pain. I had a large bruise on the bottom of my fist near my pinky finger, like someone smashed it with a hammer repeatedly. I reluctantly brought to sit up in my bed, still in my sleep attire, and lifted my shirt to reveal scratches all over my abdomen; I even felt them on my back. How in the hell did I get these? I don’t remember.

I decided to shrug it off considering I had to go to work soon. I had slept in 10 minutes and needed to take a shower and get out of the house. I arrived at work and Kaleigh at the front desk greeted me as she usually did every morning.

“Hey there Stephen, Still recovering from your fall?”

“My fall?” I inquired. I was a bit puzzled as to what she meant. I just don’t remember what happened.

“Yeah?” She started, sounding a bit confused, “You told me just yesterday that you fell down a flight of stairs at your apartment complex.”

Then it dawned on me, I did tell her that! I fell down the stairs at my complex! How could I be so foolish to forget? “Oh yeah! Duh,” I said realizing I sounded a bit crazy. “I’m doing just fine thanks!”

I clocked in and started my day’s work. However I couldn’t shake the fact that I wasn’t remembering something about my falling incident. Oh well.

Being a tech support guy wasn’t so bad. I got 40 hours a week and I’ve been there for a few years so 15 dollars an hour isn’t so bad. It’s enough to keep a guy living on his own. The only thing that was terrible about it was my asshole manager Damon. He always made me stay on weekends when I made plans, never treated me with respect and always, always tormented me. Sometimes I wished he would disappear. Heh I always regretted not finishing college.

I sat down and was about to start answering calls when I realized that Damon wasn’t here today. This was strange because for the past 3 years I’ve worked here Damon has been present every single Tuesday. Today was Tuesday, yet Damon was absent. Wasn’t he here yesterday? I felt like for some reason I just couldn’t remember yesterday no matter how hard I tried. Maybe the fall down my stairs did a toll on my memory. Not like I remember the incident itself anyway.

About 5 hours passed into my shift when Damon’s wife entered the office, sobbing uncontrollably. I always liked her; she even occasionally brought in treats for us like cupcakes or cookies. It was nice to have a mother figure here. Out of sympathy I had to ask her what was wrong.

“Jamie what’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked.

“I wanted to ask you Stephen.” She managed to spill out beneath her sobs. “Damon told me you two were going out to the bar last night, he never came home, he hasn’t answered his phone. What happened?”

Then it hit me. I remembered.

I remember coaxing him to go out to the bar with me. I remember telling him I would drive. I remember driving past the bar. I remember him asking where I was going. I remembered stopping in the woods and shoving him out of the car. I remember beating him with the underside of my fists as he scratched my entire torso. I remembered jamming the knife into his chest over and over. I remembered burying his body after spitting on it. I remembered the wonderful joy it brought me.

“I’m sorry Jamie.” I muttered. “I don’t remember.”

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Credits to: kobalt

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