2011 Submissions:
Because It Plays My Favorite Song
by Rebekah
Prologue
They say every memory you have ever had is stored in your brain. That although you may not be able to recall it, it's still there. Well, you know what I say? It fucking sucks. I'm sure someone with a bad memory would differ in opinions with me. Oh well. I don't have a bad memory. In fact, I have memories following and haunting me everywhere I go. And, they're great memories. Amazing, even. But...it's just too hard. It's hard because the memories are all I have left of him. His face, his eyes, his scent, they've all been taken away from me. That's what I want. Those things are what I need. Not some fucking memories that only remind me of what I've lost.
But it's more than that. More than a loss, or disappointment or tragedy, it's a betrayal. The ultimate let down by those closest to you. They think I've had a harder time than everyone else has because we were closer. And, that is part of the reason. But when you've been robbed of someone you love, of the time you would have had, the memories you could have made, there's only one emotion that runs through your body.
Anger.
You're angry at the world. You're angry with the family who refused to take you seriously. But most of all you're angry with yourself. I could have tried harder. I could have done more. I saw it in his eyes that he wasn't well. I heard the lie in his words when I asked him and he told me only what I wanted to hear. And when no one else did or no one else believed me, I knew. I heard it.
I fucking heard it.
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