***Party Poison***
This plan of mine is not going as well as I thought.
Everyone is getting hurt because of my carelessness.
The plan was to drive up to Better Living Industries, shoot as much as we could, and maybe we die or survive I don't know, but I wasn't planing on anyone getting hurt before then.
Frank is in critical condition and we are all worried sick about him. Especially Midnight.
Jet Star, Kobra Kid, and I went out for a run gathering more supplies.
We came back to good news.
Frank is awake, he doesn't remember anything, but he's okay and that's all that matters.
We all came in to visit him one at a time. I was the last person to go in. I didn't know what to say, this person I've known for my whole life, who has been a brother to me, won't remember who I am, and that deeply affects me in such a way words can't explain.
I walk in, hiding my sadness with a smile.
"Hi," is all I manage to say.
He looks at me for a while, he's thinking. After what seems like forever, he says,"I remember you."
I smile to myself, completely relieved. My brother, he remembers me.
"Your name is Gerard," he says. I nod, trying hard not to cry. I'm a very emotional guy sometimes. "You have a brother named Mikey, I remember him too, and you have a wife named Lyn-----."
I turn away from him. Facing the wall. My hands ball into fists and my eyes clench shut.
He remembers me, but he remembers the old me.
"Gerard?" His voice is small behind me. "What did I say?"
I take in 6 deep breaths before I turn to him and smile,"Nothing, I'm okay, I'm just glad you remember me." I resist the urge of punching the wall beside me. Completely pissed and sad at the memories he just brought back into my head. The normal Frank would never bring this up, but I have to remember that he's not the same Frank anymore.
"Why am I forgetting everyone else, these people that I've never even seen before came and tell me that I've known them for years or at least these last several months. Its like there's new people coming in everyday." I can tell Frank is trying to watch what he says.
I think over what he says and it dawns on me. I pull up a chair and sit right next to him.
"Frank, do you know who Midnight is?"
He shakes his head no.
"Do you know who Ray is?"
He shakes is head no again.
"Do you know who Mikey is?"
"Yes, he's your brother."
"Ok hold on just a second." I walk out, I look around for Carley Anne.
I haven't seen her all day and when I do, my mood lightens up. As I walk to her, she sees me and that dark look on her face brightens up like the sun. She wraps her arms around me neck and I wrap my arms around her waist in a warm embrace.
"I missed you," she says, her words muffled in my chest.
"I missed you too." I pull her away to look at her, "Can you do something for me?"
"Sure, what is it?"
I take her hand in mine and we walk back to Franks room.
"Frank do you know who this is?" I show him Carley. He shakes his head no.
"But Frank," Carley says, kind of offended," I've been coming in to check up on you this whole day."
"You have?" Frank is genuinely confused.
Carley Anne, turns to me, she's understands what I wanted to show her.
"We'll be right back Frank." Carls pulls me outside his room to talk in private.
"What's up with Frank? I've literally been beside him this whole day and he doesn't even remember my face."
"I know. I think he's unable to retain new memories. That is exactly what some of his "doctors" told me to watch out for and its happening to him."
We stood in the hallway in silence. If we tell Midnight this, she will be completely heart broken. We have to keep this amongst ourselves.
We go back in to talk to Frank, he must feel lonely. After a couple hours of chit chatting, we tell him goodnight, and we walk hand in hand to our room. I call it "our" room because we have to share, the limits amount of rooms forced us to. We both preferred it anyway. She keeps me sane, I comfort her when she's feeling lonely. It's good for the both of us.
We crawl into bed, both exhausted from all that happened to us today. She lays her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. This is how we sleep. She feels protected in my arms. And I feel content in knowing that I am her protector.
I love her and she loves me. Not in a sexual way, not in a brother and sisterly way, but in a way where she holds my world together. She's the missing puzzle piece. If she's gone from my life, I won't be able to function. And I wouldn't be the same without her.
It's not long before she's asleep, I can tell because of her heavy breathing.
"I love you," I say to her quietly.
I end up having another sleepless night.

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