Are You Tormented By Memories?
Writing Prompt: No
Date: 9th Jul 2021
Are you tormented by memories?
“And your winners, by referee decision….”
That was the last thing she remembered from that night.
The night everything changed.
Her entire world.
“She is extremely tough. But, you have to wonder about the damage done to her because of that-“
She tossed and turned. Head jerking to the right as the scene flashed in her unconscious mind once again. The pain pushed its way into her memories. The blinding of her vision as she felt each ligament tear. The memory caused her head to jerk left this time.
Her mind screamed again. And again. And again. Over and over the scene played in her mind. Over…
Until finally her mind couldn’t take it anymore and brought the pain to the forefront of her mind so that she easily felt it physically and she jerked awake. Sitting straight up in the bed. Covered in sweat.
Burdened by guilt?
She looked over to her husband sleeping next to her and let out a soft sigh. She swung her legs out and planted her feet on the floor. She went to plant her hands onto the bed to push up off the bed and was reminded of her injury once again as pain shot up her arm from her hand and wrist.
She hissed darkly and used her body strength to stand. She glanced back to her husband’s sleeping form once again before turning to head into the kitchen. Once there, she made her way over to the refrigerator and opened the door. The light temporarily blinded her for a moment.
She reached in for the jug of Orange Juice, pulled it out, closed the door and turned to set it down on the counter before going over to the cupboard and pulling a glass down.
Another memory of that match flashed in her mind. She was squeezing the glass so tightly that it shattered in her hand.
“Fuck,” she growled lowly as she looked down at the shattered pieces on the counter and floor. Letting out a deep sigh, she turned to find that her husband had come out of the bedroom and was standing behind her.
“Don’t move,” he said before turning to go grab the broom and dustpan. “Another nightmare?”
She didn’t say anything in response. Only nodded and watched as he set about sweeping up the broken glass on the floor and depositing it into the trash bin. After setting the broom and dustpan back into its proper place, he turned and walked back over to her.
“It’s time to change your bandages anyway,” said as he picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Now the question…
She remained silent. But gave a shrug. She didn’t protest when he picked her up. Even if it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she could do it herself.
“Stubborn ass female,” he chuckled softly. “How long have we been married?”
He didn’t wait for her to reply, “Long enough to know that you don’t, and won’t, go through this alone. None of it.”
Still, she said nothing. She simply watched him go about pulling the wrappings off of her hand, wrist and arm and setting them all aside. When he stood up to go retrieve fresh wrappings, she simply stared at a blank space in front of her.
Another flash of memory; Another spasm of pain shot up her arm. Making her hand twitch.
Are you ready for more?