Aaron stared at the ceiling with dead eyes as he pondered what had happened. He began to concentrate on the popcorn sky when he felt an ache form behind his eyes. He was always interrupted by a painful migraine since the accident; the doctors said this would be an irreversible issue he’d just have to put up with. Which made him wonder, if he had just refused to ride, or persisted that his siblings wear their seatbelts, would he be in the situation he was in now? The doctors told him he was in a great deal of legal trouble, due to the major damage done to his apparent brothers’ wellbeing, and of course property damage (should he mention that said property was also stolen?). He was bewildered at his past self. As expected, he didn’t remember much of the events that occurred in the earlier hours that led up to where we are now.
Aaron could remember things such as how to interact with people, or his times tables; Quite well actually. He even remembered his high score in Angry Birds, of all things! Such things were side effects of his mild case of amnesia; what a bothersome condition! He would admit it was incredibly irritating. Not to mention how much guilt came along with it. When a strange woman came in, gave him a hug and told him she loved him, he could only embarrassedly smile and hug her back awkwardly, not quite sure who this stranger was, or how she got into his room. His heart dropped to his stomach the moment he was assured of his suspicions; this woman was his mother. Guilt plagued him when she told him not to worry about Daniel and Xavier- he assumed they were his brothers- and that they were seeing a neurosurgeon as they spoke.
He took in a deep, heavy sigh and closed his eyes. As he was leaning back, his mind flooded with too many questions for him to comprehend. He rested for a few seconds before letting himself think.
My name is Aaron Dorowitz. I come from an American family of four. I was in a tragedy that killed my younger sister. It should have been me.
He stopped himself. Depressing thoughts would make his condition worse, the doctor had said. Aaron’s eyes bore holes into his open palms and tears pooled in his eyes. He felt awful for not having the ability to recall his sister. Katelyn they called her; she was only two. He felt his face grow hot and his eyes moist with effort to suppress them from falling. Despite his efforts, the tears streamed down his rosy cheeks like mercury; almost effortlessly, pushed and forced down by newly formed drops that Aaron couldn’t find the strength to stop. In his past life he was sure he’d have cursed himself for being such a pansy.
Aaron was one of those people that tended to pile on negative thought after negative thought when he was particularly upset with himself. I’m such a failure that I can’t even remember my own age. He snickered, amused at himself.
Then he realized he didn’t make that up. The information wasn’t false. He ran a hand through his hair and pondered, how old am I?
Can’t I even dream?
LOLFAIL. >_>
I will be on an overnight field trip for the next few days, so I won't be back until Monday! I'll try to get in all my prompts, though.
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