In Memory Of 21
By Andrew J. Washington



 
It was dark and quiet, I felt no pain, nor sorrow, only emptiness…..but there was a scream. That voice I heard it before, I can’t remember from where. It was calling out to me, no screaming for me, but why screams out to me. What did I do for this voice to scream out? Then there was a bright light and when I lifts my muzzle up and looked around there was this Fox. She was beautiful, but why was she crying and why was she crying at me. The Sounds all around me came back and when I open my eyes fully and looked around. I saw metal bars under me and they hurt a lot, like really bad. The pain hit me like a thunderbolt, I soon realize that I was unable to move and this metal bar wasn’t just bars. I looked at this fox girl and realize I know her name was...my sentence cut short as a loud horn rang all about me. I turn around and before I realize it, a train was coming towards me, then nothing, only darkness. I awoke in a room, no it’s my bed or is it, and my head hurts like nails to a chalk board. I don’t remember anything; I can’t remember anything not even my name. 

A voice appeared out of the blue “hey, you’re finally up…heh thank goodness. I thought I lost you dude” There stood a female fox like the one in my dream, she slowly walked up and smiled down at me and said “I would lay down if I was you buddy, don’t want you to hurt yourself again” She smiled and walked away I tried to reach out but the darkness took me again, no noise or pain only me alone forever. I thought to my self, who am i?, what am I doing here, is this bed mine or hers….and most importantly who is that fox…does she know me, what happened to me. I Clawed my face and screamed “God damn it bandit, why wont…” Bandit….I just called myself bandit, I’m starting to remember who I am….but what am I…..and why can’t I remember.