The Memory Eraser

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A/N: I am using this prompt in the description to write this story. I found the prompt on Pinterest, but I can't trace it back to the original source.

Also, sorry for the short chapter. I can't promise that the next one will be any longer.

"You're sure you want to do this?" The doctor asked me as I changed into the pale grey hospital gown.

"Of course I do," I replied.

I was at the Grant Hospital, in the Memory Removal wing. In just a few moments, I was going to step into a small, oval-shaped, smooth, whit pod, and the doctor would attach the cords to the nape of my neck, and I would have a memory removed. The memory would then be transmitted up through the system to a newborn child. Regrettable that the memory that traumatized me as a child would go to child who could never forget it, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. It would never affect me. I could be free from it.

The doctor pressed a red button on the control table behind the removal pod, and a seam appeared in the pod. The door opened, silently. I looked back to make sure it was ok to go in. The doctor nodded, and walked around by the pod as I stepped in. He reached around my head, and attached the simple suction cup to the back of my head.

"Ready, Miss. King?"

"Yes,"

He closed the door, and I head a click, leaving me in complete darkness. I couldn't see a thing.

I heard a voice broadcast from the speakers in the walls of the pod. "Please hold onto the handles for your safety. Once the Removal Process has begun, there is no way to stop it or get the memory back." I grabbed onto the handles that I hadn't noticed before. "If you would like to stop the process now, please say 'stop'" I remained completely silent.

"The Process will now begin. Please remain still,"

I closed my eyes. Nothing happened, but then I felt a tugging felling from the suction cup, and I was sucked back into my memories.

I saw scenes from my life flashing before my eyes, both the good and the bad.