Dark Memories

For some weeks she had been aware of many strange feelings. One such feeling had given her a strange sensation. It was different, this particular feeling was like none she had sensed before and she was afraid it was coming for her. How she knew this only made her want to curl up into a little ball and hide. This strange enclosure she found herself in was her home. How had she arrived here? she was unsure, what she did know, it was her home and she was afraid of losing it.

Over time the strange sensation went away and was replaced by yet more feelings. One of them had made her feel unusual she became aware of a floating sensation, yet instinctively she knew these new feelings meant her no harm.

Not knowing how she knew this was of no consequence, only that she did. She settled back into her home warm, content and safe.

She had by now lost all sense of time. She awoke aware yet once again of strange feelings had the strange sensation returned?. Had it brought her to awareness once again?, she was unsure. What she still sensed was calm, soothing and steady, very much like the beat of a drum. She had surprised herself how did she know it sounded like a drum beating, strange very strange indeed.

Many weeks as you the reader understands time past. Disturbed by unsure memories of a strange sensation she had felt such a long while ago, forced him from his cocoon of safety. Feelings he was unsure of began to rise from deep within himself. Earlier memories came flooding back the being afraid, wanting to hide, something beyond her control was at work, her home was no-longer safe, there really was no were to hide, all she could do was wait.

Where had these powerful emotions and thoughts come from?, what was that sound?. Either way something was coming for him, there was no where to hide, all he could do was wait.

Time and time again he could feel himself tense. He knew he was no-longer safe in his warm comfortable home, what was happening?, what was this strange feeling?.

The harder he tried to focus on the strange rumbling sound the more the source remained hidden from him. This was of no comfort what was he going to do?. It was close now, getting ever nearer, where could he hide?, he feared for his very safety.

The sound was almost upon him was this all real?, was he in danger of losing his very existence?. He had nowhere to hide, he new it was coming for him and only him. Try as he might he could not understand why these feelings he was sure were not his own, should make him so afraid, what had he done to deserve such punishment. Afraid as he was, with what ever time was left to him he needed to be honest with himself.

Focusing his thoughts back to the first time of these strange feelings he became aware of a presence, unsure he pressed on. More memories, he could now feel her panic, her need to hide. His own awareness now over-shadowed her fear, it was as if these memories as strange as it seemed to him may have once been his own. Yet more memories came to him with guilty leading them, he now understood her panic, the need to hide, the waiting.

Not wishing her harm he had been happy to stay hidden, content in the knowledge they were one, but things changed she’d had a sensing of things to come. keeping it close to her she tried to hide it from him. She had failed she knew he had sensed it to. They were talking about her and it had made him fearful. The voices had been soft, understanding filled with affection. Did they not realise. It could not end like this, he would not let it end like this.

He now understood the strange feelings he had been sensing, she’d every right to be afraid. Not his memories, they had been her mermories the strange sensations, the need to hide, feeling afraid.

He was sensing her panic. He had not wished her harm. She was right he had heard them talking, but this time there was no fear, the voices had been soft, understanding, filled with affection, for him.

The year 1964 the day Wednesday early morning, the attraction was a birth not just any birth, this was the birth

time of a unique baby boy. A baby that would in times to come doubt why he had ever been conceived. This doubt unknown to him at this time, would grow with him over his young life, but for now all that mattered was his birth. His arrival here on earth.

In a heart beat, before the first breath was taken, he remembered killing his sister then it was gone… He had become the stronger.

Yet another weird thought from the penned imagination of Ben Robinson.