Remembering Day
Today is remembering day. Today we get to remember all the things that the government lets us forget throughout the year. I don’t know what those things were of course, probably all the nice things that they don’t want going to our heads. I look forward to it, like I do every year. I feel less empty after remembering day.
As the night gets on everyone goes to bed, though I imagine like me they can’t sleep either. I hope I remember something from it this year, even just a second of the mysterious day. I stare at the double dots in the center of the digital alarm clock on my headboard. the minutes passed like hours.
At 11:39 I sat up and looked out my window. The city streets were empty and the streetlights were darkened as they were every night, but many windows were still light. Curfew was never strictly enforced during remembering day. I leaned looking out my face near the cold glass. I never saw the city this late. I waited there for a while, watching the empty streets.
The screams started. Â I glanced at the clock. 12:01. There was a warm feeling in my forehead as the chips received the memories. The heat increased as I heard my mother scream from down the hall. Sweat beaded down my forehead, as thoughts and memories flooded back into my skull. I felt the scream rising in my throat, my vocal chords tearing.
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I struggled against the police officers in the street. “you killed my father you bastards!” I shouted from a horse throats, words from thoughts that I don't remember thinking I go limp, wide eyed. I'm not the only one out in the streets. I see the police backing away from equally confused civilians. The police back away from me as the memory of the words that had just left my mouth leave my mouth.
