Memories don't disappear.
They wait.
Quiet.
Buried.
Until something breaks—
And they come back.
That's what was happening to me.
I didn't go home.
I couldn't.
Sarah's voice wouldn't leave my head.
You were the reason it happened.
No.
That didn't make sense.
Or maybe…
It did.
I leaned against the cold wall outside the school.
Breathing slowly.
Trying to think.
Trying to remember.
And then—
Rain.
Not real.
Not here.
But in my head—
I could hear it.
Loud.
Relentless.
My chest tightened.
And suddenly—
I wasn't there anymore.
I was back.
That night.
Voices.
Shouting.
"Stop it!"
"That's enough!"
"You don't understand—"
My head started to pulse.
I pressed my hand against my temple.
Focus.
Shapes moved in front of me.
Blurry.
But familiar.
Ryan.
Emily.
Noah.
Sarah.
All of us.
Together.
And then—
"You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"
My voice.
Sharp.
Angry.
"I had no choice!" someone shouted back.
Rain slammed harder.
"Now everything's ruined!"
"No—YOU ruined it!"
My breathing got heavier.
Faster.
Unstable.
Someone stepped forward.
Me.
Aggressive.
Out of control.
"No…" I whispered.
But the memory didn't stop.
"You don't get to pretend this didn't happen!" I shouted.
Silence cracked—
And then—
Movement.
Fast.
Violent.
A push.
My push.
Someone stumbled back—
A scream—
The sound—
I flinched.
Hard.
My eyes snapped open.
Back.
Now.
Breathing fast.
Heart racing.
"What the hell…"
That wasn't just a memory.
That was real.
I was there.
I said those things.
And that push—
"No…" I shook my head.
"I didn't—"
"Didn't what?"
I froze.
Slowly turned.
Emily.
Standing there.
Watching me.
Too closely.
"How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Long enough."
Of course.
"You look like you just saw a ghost," she said.
"Maybe I did."
She hesitated.
"Lucas…"
"Did I hurt someone?"
The question came out before I could stop it.
Her expression changed instantly.
Fear.
Real fear.
"Why would you ask that?" she whispered.
Because I saw it.
Because I felt it.
"Just answer me."
She shook her head.
"I can't."
"Everyone keeps saying that!"
"Because you're not ready!" she snapped.
Silence.
That hit harder than anything.
"What does that even mean?" I asked.
She stepped closer.
Lowered her voice.
"It means if you remember everything…"
A pause.
"…you won't survive it."
My chest tightened.
"Then I deserve to know."
Her eyes softened.
Just a little.
"Do you?" she whispered.
That question stayed there.
Heavy.
Unanswered.
"Emily…"
Softer now.
"Did I do something that night?"
She looked at me.
Really looked.
Like she was deciding something.
And for a second—
She almost said it.
"I—"
A horn cut through the moment.
Sharp.
Violent.
We both turned.
Ryan.
Leaning against his car.
Watching.
Always watching.
Emily stepped back instantly.
Distance.
Again.
"Of course," I muttered.
Ryan walked closer.
Slow.
Controlled.
"You remembering something?" he asked.
That hit.
"What?"
His eyes narrowed.
"I can see it," he said.
"That look."
My jaw tightened.
"You don't know anything."
He smirked.
"Don't I?"
Silence.
Because suddenly—
I wasn't sure.
"Stay out of it," he said.
"You keep saying that."
I stepped closer.
"Starting to sound like you're scared."
That hit.
His smile faded.
"I'm not scared."
"Then what are you hiding?"
His expression darkened.
"Be careful, Lucas."
His voice dropped.
"You're starting to remember things you shouldn't."
"There it is again," I said.
"Why is everyone afraid of what I remember?"
He stepped closer.
Close enough to feel it.
"Because you don't just remember…"
A pause.
"…you make things worse."
My chest tightened.
"What does that mean?"
He didn't answer.
Of course he didn't.
Instead—
"Let's go," he said to Emily.
She hesitated.
Again.
Then followed him.
Again.
And I stood there.
Alone.
But this time—
Something had changed.
I wasn't just searching anymore.
I was remembering.
And whatever happened that night—
It wasn't an accident.
It was something we created.
Something I started.
🖤 Poem — Lucas
I remember the anger
but not where it led
I remember the moment
but not what was said
and the truth I'm chasing…
might wish I was dead