Maxwell Moses (maxban)

JavaScript - The Man who could not remember

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Akin The alarm blared, a digital scream at 6:00 a.m. exactly, and I felt the familiar pull to silence it and sink back into the warmth of the duvet. For a long time, the bed had been my fortress, the only place where the ghosts of my past were a little less loud. I have spent years in this quiet war, a battle fought entirely within the confines of my skull, with no one to see the wounds. But this morning, something was different. I didn't just turn off the alarm; I sat up. The action was small, almost insignificant, but the weight of it felt monumental. It was like pushing a boulder that had been resting on my chest for years. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet finding the cool floorboards. It was the first "no" I had said to the quiet voice that told me to stay small, to not take up space, to just let the day happen without me.

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I padded to the bathroom, the pale morning light just beginning to filter through the window. I didn't look in the mirror. I hadn't for months. I had tried once and saw a stranger, a gaunt, hollow-eyed man who looked nothing like the person I used to be. The person I was before I lost her, before I lost Sade.

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