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Challenge: Forgotten
Title: Spastic Memory
Word Count: 208
Other: The erasers are moving quicker than ever.
      (Does this drabble even make any sense?)

He doesn’t remember what it was like to be happy. Had he ever been happy? Yes, yes, and sapphires had smiled at him, telling him he was worth it, not at all like these yellow-eyes – no, they don’t smile at him, they snigger and gnaw on his soul and hiss how delicious it is.

He could see little flashes of what had happened to him before, when he had been able to move and care and feel– the star-fruit plunging daggers into his throat, a swirl of darkness covering the blue – but did he want to remember it all? He could remember pain – a dark figure laughing and making him feel worthless, like sunshine could never touch him – did he want to remember the rest?

He doesn’t remember happiness – can’t feel sun smiling down, laughing and saying he’s something, he’s important – but he can’t remember the fear and pain, either.

He can't recall anything, and he doesn't know why. He made himself not-remember and erased everything, started over so he didn’t have to see sapphires glaring at him with all the brilliance of the sun and turning to another one, shining all the gentle rays on her – no, no, that’s mine not yours and stop, leave, that’s mine!