|Let Me Forget (standard:Suspense, 1580 words)|
|Author: Cloud Strife||Added: Feb 16 2004||Views/Reads: 1924/1121||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The short tale of how a chance encounter between two men brought back memories for one of them which should have remained hidden forever.|
Let Me Forget By Christopher McCarthy It was getting rather chilly that afternoon and was just beginning to rain as Adam turned off Burton Street and onto the long and busy stretch of road that was Jones Street where the bus stop was. After a good deal of rustling through his pockets and trying to avoid bumping into the throngs of people in town shopping for the day he pulled out umpteen useless receipts and also a number of coins which he began to count for the bus after he had thrown the receipts into a nearby bin. He soon reached the bus stop where a number of people were already waiting and was about to light a cigarette when he saw someone in the crowd. He saw someone who looked very familiar. He couldn't remember the persons name or even how he knew him. The person in question looked to be about eighteen years old, as was Adam so maybe it was through school they had made their acquaintance he thought. The sight of this person made him feel very uneasy and his heart started to beat quicker and quicker. Adam had no idea why this was. He then saw the bus grind to a halt beside the growing crowd. He hung back behind everyone making sure that ‘his school friend' got on the bus first. Adam saw the man take a seat towards the back of the bus and breathed an audible sigh of relief. He had a strong gut feeling which he couldn't explain that he did not want this person to see him and Adam was the sort of person who trusted his gut feelings. A few short moments later and Adam too was inside the bus and had paid his fair. Even though there were several seats available towards the rear of the bus Adam chose to stand at the front of the bus without looking back once at those seated behind him. He was just starting to wonder if he should have waited for the next bus when the doors closed before him and the three-mile journey home began. He tried to convince himself that everything would be fine and he was simply overreacting but found that he had to grip the handrail tightly because his palms were slick with sweat and shaking slightly. Who is he? Why am I so terrified of him? Why can't I remember anything about him? There was just no answer to any of these and other questions that were pounding ferociously through his head. At least not yet anyway. Maybe if I can get another look at him I will be able to remember thought Adam. He instantly wished that the thought had not come into his head but he couldn't stop his head from turning slowly around to face the back of the bus. Most of the people on the bus were either busily texting on their mobiles, staring idly out of the window at the miserable weather or rolling their bus receipts up like cigarettes except for one person. It was him. This person was staring intensely at Adam through cold blue eyes with a twisted, almost sadistic smirk on his scarred face. That horrible, evil smirk. I hated it. I lived in fear of it everyday. That's what always terrified me more than anything else. That twisted, inhuman smile meant that something bad was going to happen soon. It meant something bad was going to happen to me soon. Adam closed his eyes but could not stop a solitary tear running down his face as the long forgotten pain returned from deep inside him enveloping him in sorrow. William Reed. Yes, that was his name. It had been about four years ago. Adam had spent much of his school days afraid of Will and his gang who had bullied him for no reasons at all other than that they could and that it amused them greatly to inflict pain on others. Adam could now vividly remember one of the worst incidents that occurred during this dark period. That day was a day no different to any other. When the school day ended at 4 ‘o' clock Adam was out through the doors like a shot to make sure he was ahead of them so they wouldn't be waiting for him. If they were he would pay dearly for not being quick enough. This dash was a daily ritual for Adam. His fear would begin to gnaw away at him as the school day wore on and it would grow until by 4 ‘o' clock he was a bundle of nerves and sick with fear. He thought he had done it that day as he strode confidently forward at a quick pace but his heart sank as he saw them about fifty Click here to read the rest of this story (68 more lines)
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