Heroism
They all say I’m a real hero, that I saved the city, or maybe more. I don’t really know. My memory of the accident is all mixed up. They haven’t been any help. (And who are they? Doctors? Scientists? Soldiers?)
I thought writing this letter would help, might jog my memories. Who knows if they’ll really pass this on to you. I hope they do, I hope you know I’m alright.
But I still can’t remember. What happened? And why do they only come into my room in those suits? Is it to protect me? Or them?
Baby, I’m scared.
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