ValentinoGamerine

TRIGGER WARNING: this novel contains people with alcoholic tendencies, vile descriptions of murder, psychological abuse and disturbing content. If you do not find gory content appealing this probably is not the story for you. There also references to PTSD and mentions of deceased parents. 

Bernard, an independent kid who lives alone in an apartment complex with his brother Felix. Him and his brother endured the traumatic death of their mother when they where young and now live alone. In a quiet flat with thin walls. Bernard tries to put his traumatic past behind him to provide for his younger brother, whom he loves greatly. But the walls are thin and there downstairs neighbor is a meddlesome man.

Slipping Into Oblivion

It felt as if I'd waken up in a completely different ion dimension. A dimension with yellow lighting and loads of posters all over the walls. It was slightly blinding but not as awful as the fever dream I had. 


                                          Why are my hands so small? 


I sat up making the bed, it creaked making my brain feel like it partially exploded. The man in front of me turned around with a look of relief, "Oh, thank god. I thought you were dead."


He took off the oval shaped glasses he was wearing and stood up to sit on the bed in the same criss cross position. It reminded me of the way a child would sit by themselves at a playground.


"Where am I?", I yawned and rubbed my eyes whilst trying to hold the ice pack to my nose. 


"Well I took you to the ER. You were in an accident."He had a rich baritone voice, it sounded like the voice of god, or the voice you here before you in heaven. It brought me a sense of serenity. 


He chuckled, "No, you're definitely not dead. Your home dummy. Don't you remember. It's me Jasonyour brother." He opened his arms for a hug, but it was strange, I really had no clue who he was.  


He hugged me but my body felt limp, it was hard to move. 


"Do you really not know who i am, you don't remember anything?"  


"Well, this is your roommate, I am your older brother. Our parents passed away when we were young. You really don't remember anything huh?" 


But my mind was a clean slate. I stared at Jason blankly, trying hard to remember, hoping that I might possibly be able to remember something, anything. Maybe a childhood memory of us fishing or doing something brotherly, maybe our parents. Still, I found myself staring at what looked like a stranger. I felt kind of uneasy. 


I shook my head, " I wish I could say I know you but I can't say I do."


"It's all right you'll remember someday…You'll have to stay in bed for a while, you hit your head real hard in that collision. It's probably best to rest up. I'll bring you some dinner." 


I layed back down into the cocoon of pillows I had created and hoped that I would remember something about this room….my room.


August 30 2005