Memories

amart29 (68)in #esteem • 5 years ago (edited)

Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.

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Memories

Bruno walked slowly along the park road, turned to see the entrance to the hospital where he had been confined for the last ten years, behind him the cold breeze that announced the beginning of autumn in southern Tetis blew the leaves of the trees, forming scattered clouds of amber and orange.

He still remembered when he was admitted; he was brought from the military hospital of Cefeo, because there were no resources to take care of him there because of the war, his first months were almost a continuous going in and out of his daydreams, constantly sedated, because of the psychotic attacks in which he tried to hurt himself and pulled out his nails and hair.

Several times she was paralyzed by the administration of horseshoe doses of TDTH, for hours immobile, unable even to blink, listening to the doctors and nurses talk about him behind his back, saying about the futility of the treatment and its worsening state. They did not understand what was going on in his mind, how he had freed himself from his inhibitions, from the restriction of believing that life was a precious good and that it was the greatest expression of the beauty of nature.

It was in those moments of paralysis that he learned to isolate himself from all that surrounded him, to stop hearing and seeing, to extinguish his senses as if nothing and he were one, and nothing was his blank canvas, an emptiness to imagine himself shaping destruction, to think of the chaos of death as a form of expression.

In his daydreams he saw the mutilated bodies of his dead companions on that beach, it was like a gigantic puzzle with pieces that could fit at will, create new forms of what once had a different form, it was there that he discovered what his legacy would be, he discovered how he would be remembered.

His years of studying art, would have a purpose, which until now had not had, felt the emotion that had never felt before, but to achieve it must leave that hospital, must be free. He became aware that he had to go along with them, he had to do what they wanted.

It had taken him ten years to get out of here, now he was on the outside of the hospital, seeing for the last time what was his undeserved prison for a decade. In his hands only a small bag, with his few belongings, with enough money to be able to live peacefully, thanks to his pension as a war veteran.

Decided to get a new life he went directly to the airport and after observing the tourist sign of the information booth at the entrance, he felt attracted by the colors of the Heracles forests and decided that this would be his new home, where he would carve a new life, where when the time came he could begin to create, to make real what he had imagined in his delusions.

He lived peacefully until the moment arrived, dreaming, imagining, reconstructing in his mind everything around him, giving it a new and more harmonious form. Until that morning, after the ATV incident, everything became clear in his mind, the admiration he had felt for a while, became obsession and realized that his life was no longer his, that it would no longer be the same.

In a room on the third floor of the security building, Oliver was in conference, via a quantum link, with the veterans hospital of Dione, on the other side of the desk a projection of a yellow-skinned, bulging-eyed man, clad in a doctor's overalls, was sitting in a non-existent chair.

-The patient was discharged, after ten years of treatment for his psychosis, after several attempts with different types of therapies and medications, the episodes began to diminish, until finally they disappeared, - explained the man -. When the time came, he was considered competent to return and lead a normal life, but he had to keep a constant medical follow-up, however, he never showed up for any of his consultations. He disappeared completely, I only know of him, who after leaving, went to Cepheus and removed his belongings from one of the military bases and after that I know nothing more.

-Well that will be all Doctor Lorenzi, I thank you for your time, -said Oliver, then to close the connection, Lorenzi's projection disappeared from the room, Oliver stood up and left the room.

-Well, now are you going to tell me what you found? -asked Alberto, who waited impatiently for him outside the room.
-I only know we've been wrong, but we've always been on the right track, -said gloomy Oliver -. I think I'm going to sleep for a while, to reorder my ideas first, then I'll be ready to explain and to finish all this - he raised his hand in front of him and activated a projection of his personal notebook, it had three names, he gestured with his other hand and the projection moved to Alfredo and disappeared into the air in front of him -. Investigate the whereabouts of those three people, they all live in Heracles, find out everything you can about them, see you in three hours.

Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, October 2019

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