The Memories

"" Is for speaking

' Is for thinking

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He(?) woke up, and started looking around, but he saw nothing but black.

'Where am I' he thought

"Wait, what am I?"

He tries to remember, but he remembers too much. So many lives, from a lion let loose in the forest

to the son of a powerful lord. he can remember 141 different lives. The in-human lives were...Hazy... at best remembering few to nothing about them but instincts and pain/hunger. The human lives were filled with...something. 'Greed? Or was it Desire?'

'Yea, that feels right' (He?) thought, looking around he sees naught but the black abyss. "Why did I look around? I already knew there was nothing here" (He?) was confused. 'It was almost as if something else was here, silently guiding my thoughts.' (He?/ She?/ Them?!?!?!) 'Would have to think about this later.' (He?) was anxious as if he was supposed to do something, but he couldn't remember. then one of his lives surfaces in his memory, he sees the green brown things of wood and the orangish brown bipedal things of flesh. and he remembers. "World" (He?) says unconsciously. (He?) quickly dives into his memories and one stands out, one in a world of steel and lights. (He?) dives in to the unique memories.

In that life, his childhood was boring and bland. His adult life was mostly what could only be described as an office slave. Allan (MC in this life) would go in at 6am and leave 10pm at work. Coming home he would only have time for a quick snack and to go to sleep. That is; until one day. Peacefully he remembers that day he was sleeping under the covers dreaming of a stupid decision to write a cringe novel he wrote when.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEE-*.

"ugh" Allen said as he woke up.

Allen got up and changed ready to go to work when he leaves without getting a lunch or eating breakfast. Starving at work he rushes home after a brief chat with some collogues? ("Yea that's the word for it" (He?) said with confidence he didn't understand the source of) who he couldn't remember. Driving down the interstate he notices an open top car full of drunk dudes and beer bottles going way past the speed limit. Getting closer he can see how unstably they drive down the flat interstate, obviously most of those alcohol bottles were empty. On their way past him they Swerve, one of them seems to have noticed a kitten, unfortunately they swerve into him with looks of shock and disbelief on their very quickly sobering faces. As his head goes through the windshield, he loses all his sight. (He?) feels his impact on the hard cement and hears the cars whizzing by him without a care probably cursing at him for making them go around him. Sitting there feeling the pain at the end of his lifetime, he remembers his life and how useless he was, (He?) remembers his life and how no one will remember his life. He was insignificant, a measly background character. He realized that even if he tried to make a difference in that insignificant life, he was so bland he would only annoy others. he remembers a quote from an old book he used to laugh at, "You can try to change your life as much as you want, you can even succeed in avoiding death, but destiny will always prevail." That is when he truly realized how useless he was and he felt it in the depths of his soul, Deeper than the pain of his broken bones or his slit eyes. His emotions ran rampant. When the ambulance showed up, he decided to do something for someone else, and at least get someone to remember him. "Just get the other two" he said, the ambulance men looked at him. The man nodded seemingly understanding what he was going through and went for the others.

"at least I made an impact on a life, sadly I never will again" Allen said.

"I should have gotten some food first at least" Allen chuckled as his head clouded up with the pain.