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The Memories
By Lucas McCumsey & Kyle Thaxton
Chapter one: The Camera
He woke up, and for a moment he didn't remember who he was. He knew he needed something. He rolled over and a object clattered to the floor. As he blinked the sleep, still clouding his eyes, away, he saw a camera lying on his floor. As he picked it up, he remembered. His whole life suddenly filled in. As a child, he was diagnosed with a rare disease, where he had such a mild case of amnesia he forgot who he was at midnight every night, but he was connected to a object. His camera. He loved photography as a child, and every time he saw his camera, he remembered everything. his memories were connected to it.
So, he slept with it near him every night so that he would see it in the morning and remember. Memories of his daughters, Sera and Hannah. Sera was a twenty eight year old, blond haired woman. She was a federal prosecutor, and he could not be more proud of her. Hannah was a beautiful woman, with black hair and hazel eyes. She was a teacher at a school called Grand Ridge Grade School, outside of Streator, Illinois. She taught art, and was very good at it herself. He loved both of them more than life itself.
Then the sad memories came, and he remembered his wife, Mira. She had had blond hair, like Sera, but hazel eyes like Hannah. Oh how he had loved her. She had passed away a year and a half ago and he was crushed by the loss. His life took a terrible turn for the worse, but his daughters helped him through it. He was grateful for them. He got dressed, and went to the kitchen. Hmm, he was out of food. He needed more. He decided to go to the store for some more kitchen supplies.
Chapter Two: The Loss
He woke up. He knew he was supposed to find something, but it felt wrong. Like a part of him was missing, lost. He started to panic. He thought hard to his memories. He remembered he needed a object, something of dire importance. He had a brief flash of a theatre before it was drawn into the mist of forgetfulness. He was really panicking now, so he got dressed and rushed outside. He knew there was only one local theatre, so he rushed there. As he arrived at the theatre, he decided to speak with the manager of the theatre, so he ran in and he saw a man at the front desk. He ran up, “Sir, I need to know, did you see me last night here? Maybe with a object?”
“Of course, Mark, you were here last night, but a object? You had a camera when you came in, but it wasn’t there when you came out.” He frowned. Despair threatened to take over his mind, Mark’s head was racing as dark thoughts scrambled within his head. He ran over to the manager’s office, and burst inside. “Did you find a camera, lost in the theatre? Please tell me you did!” The manager looked startled. He replied “No, sir, I have heard no such reports.”
Chapter Three: Despair.
Despair soared through his mind, and it took over his emotions. We ran outside, when he realized that he had a phone. He opened it, and looked for a number. There was no number. “Why is there no numbers?! Surely there should be numbers!” he thought. A cold, despairing thought filled his mind. He didn’t know his way home. He was forgetting everything. He threw his phone on the ground and as it shattered he stomped on it and he was overcome with rage. He rammed his fist into the wall, and he felt blood dripping down his hand from his knuckles, and he started crying. Tears mingle with the blood to make a mixture of tears and blood rolling down his hand and dripping onto the group. A man asked if he needed help and he accepted. Eventually they found his home and they got Sera on the line. She took care of him, but they had lost the camera.
Around five years later, the doctors came up with a new pill for people like him to use to gain their memories. The first time he tried some, he grew very depressed. He had lost all of his memories of everything, and his daughters had sacrificed so much to help him. Sera had quit her job as a Judge and went back down the chain to Prosecutor so that she had more time to help him. Hannah had quit her job entirely and lived with him to support him and check in on him. One day, they had not heard from their father, so Hannah came home from her friends house. She called for her father, but he did not respond. She grew worried. She walked to his room. His door was closed, so she slowly opened it. There was a lump under the covers. She felt relieved, her father had just been sleeping. She lifted the covers, even as the word’s “Daddy, how are you?” were forming in her mind, she knew something was wrong. He was too still, too cold. She screamed. He was dead. There was a empty bottle of pills on the side of his bed.
Chapter Four: The Memories
She called the police. As she awaited their arrival she cried so much, the rug floor was damp. She saw a letter on his dresser, next to his bed.
“Dear Hannah & Sera,
Girls, I love you. I know that you need to move on in your lives, and there is no way to do that while I am holding you down. I know that it will hurt, but you need to move on. The memories hurt me as much as you. You spent five years of your whole life supporting me, as I sat around forgetting everything and needing it. I could not be more proud of you young ladies, and I love you, I will be waiting for you, I will always watch over you, as you did for me. Live your lives,
Love, Your Father.” |