Oct 08 2016, 07:29 AM

Each day….. Each day it’s the same thing. I would listen to some mundane Educator’s, trying to teach me concepts that i already know and understand. I would give them attention for at least 5 minutes, And sometimes i would fall asleep out of boredom. I would get scolded by the teachers and sent to the library to 'meditate on my disrespectful behaviors'. But I didn’t really care… “I am so sorry….” Instead, I would just work on my latest personal projects. Then when the time came, i would go to my room. And lay on my bed. I would just think of how i used to be, back then. How i used to talk. How i used to act. How i used to think. “All I ever wanted….” How everything had drastically changed in a short instant. When i think of it, I can’t clearly remember the “accident”. I can’t remember how i got out of it alive. “Was my family back!!...” Most of the psychologists i saw called that a “Post- Traumatic Amnesia”. They taught me that this loss of memory was a temporary way to help me cope with the trauma…. I wished it to be permanent… Most of the time, I would spend the whole night on it. “Those eyes… whose are they?” Anyway… After some time, I would continue working on my secret research. I avoid talking about it with my instructors. Since they would give me the same, irrelevant speech. But they don’t understand, they can’t understand. I’m doing all of this, for her….