Remember Me

〃28〃

There's so much pain.

There's pain everywhere.

When the bombs fell on his home town.

When USA was destroyed by Europe.

When his dogs died.

When there was no longer a safe place to call home.

When he met his group with his girlfriend, and one of the nice women died while giving birth.

When he realized everyone in the group would eventually die.

When he realized Marzia would eventually die.

When he realized he would die.

When he realized there's no longer a reason to live.

When a member of his group died because the husband of the wife who died went insane.

When they left without saying goodbye.

When he stopped holding onto the hope that his parents and sister was still alive, somewhere.

When he met Cry.

When he lost Marzia.

When he lost Cry.

When he regained Marzia just to find out it was a women with whom she slept with.

The military.

The military.

The military.

.

He wakes up, everything blurry and disoriented.

He gasps and sits up, covered in sweat just like last time. He can't remember anything from his dreams but it hurts. His heart hurts. His head hurts.

Its not even morning this time.

He looks around, looking for Cry. Did they actually kiss?

Was that part of his dreams?

Why can't he tell?

He needs to run, or do something. Anything to just get away. He feels like he's going to throw up or start sobbing if he stays in his sleeping bag any longer, so he gets up and doesn't even bother putting on his shoes before walking to the front door and opening it, running out of the shop.

The sun is barley up, the sky still dark.

He runs, socks getting dirty from the pavement, from the dirt. He runs past trees, past buildings, but he stays relatively close to the shop. There's buzzing in his ears, a bunched up line of electricity throbbing in his temples, but he focuses on running and tries to get away from it.

He starts to slow down, his thighs straining, and he stops, suddenly dizzy. He walks over to a tree and leans on it, looks at the ground trying to root himself.

He's getting tunnel vision again.

He fights it. Something bad is gonna happen if he doesn't, he just knows it.

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"He's in a meeting."

Dr. McLoughlin almost says okay and holds off telling the general that Pewdiepie has found Cry, but he can't hold off any longer. If he does, he'll get into some serious trouble.

No. Fuck it. They deserve a chance.

At least Pewdie does.

"Okay, when is he expected to be done?" Jack asks the guard, impatiently. "I don't know, they just went in there a couple minutes ago," The guard says, looking bored with the Dr.