As people grow older .
They tend to forget . It's a natural part of life.
They forget the words they have spoken and things they have said their whole lives .
Phrases they would utter daily gone just like the wind.
They forget the feelings they felt when something memorable happened.
Like the first time they fell in love with someone.
Heck , most people even forget their past lovers. The people who they loved and loved them. People who knew their most intimate secrets forgotten in due time.
The memories made throughout their life, the good and the bad, that too often escapes their minds frequently.
However.
I was different.
I remembered . Every sensation I felt . Every word I spoke. Every feeling I felt I remember. From the moment I was aware of my surroundings as a child.
I never forgot. Not a single thing.
I remember my life.
The mostly good and often boring life i lived . I remember my early days I spent as an orphan after my parents passing. I remember my hopeful days at school . I remember working the hardest I ever did at a low paying labour job one summer to pay for my late tution fees .
I remember walking home one particular day tired out of my mind from that job . Before turning around a corner in an alley that I used to take as a short cut to my home.
That was where I recall my death. Yes, you heard that right. My death.
I remember myself dying vividly. The coldness I felt when I was left bleeding out on the cold pavement alone.
I still shudder at the thought.
I remember shivering like a junkie having the worst withdrawal of his life.
I remember feeling the dread and despair that grasped my heart at the thought of dying.
I remember thinking I was too young to die.
How I had too much still left to do in my life.
I remember regretting everything I ever did that led to my death alone in an abandoned alley.
I remember trying to call for help with all my being and power for no one to answer any of my desperate shouts.
Have you ever felt the panic of certain Doom? Like the whole world is going to collapse any moment on top of you? That was what it felt like when I knew I was going to die at that moment with no one to save me.
It was a terrifying , absolutely horrifying experience if you can even call it an experience.
At some time though throughout all the fear and panic I felt, straight out of my absolute worst nightmare I finally blacked out.
I died .
Getting stabbed by an ugly looking junkie thief searching for his next high through my wallet.
Jokes on him though. hah. I was broke . That wallet only had my id in it.
Well after that mortifying experience that I never wish to repeat ever again let me repeat never ever again.
well I woke up .