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Strange words said aloud.

Paranoid Schizophrenic.

I blinked at the tile floor ad I concentrated on those words.  What did they mean?  Was it my name?  Slowly, I mouthed the words.  Why did they seem so alien and familiar at the same time?

'You have to remember,'  a faint voice softly whispered in my ear.  I lifted my head and looked around the small room, trying to see who was trying to talk to me.

There weren't many people around, and those that were there were too far away from me.  Most of them, I noticed, wore the same clothes as me.  I took in the different colors of their robes compared to my plain white one.  They all had the same vacant and confused expression on their faces.  Do I look like that?  I can't help but to wonder.  The others in the room were clad in white outfits, some with fake smiles while the rest were solemn.  They stood silently, watching over us like guards.

'Does that make me a prisoner?'

The thought ran through my mind for a fleeting second but it was a second too long.  It left me more confused and afraid.  For the first time in a long while, I looked around the room and wondered where the Hell I was.  When did I get here? Where was 'here'?

'You have to remember,'  the voice said again.

"Who are you?"  I asked, my own voice hoarse from not being used since...  How long has it been since I've talked?

'A friend.  I've always been your friend.  You have to remember your friend,' it insisted, almost sounding demanding.

Something stirred in the back of my head, soft like the brush of a feather.  I tried to reach for it but it was too late.  It was already gone.

'Concentrate.  You do want to remember, right?'  A shadow fell on the tiles in front of me and soft fingertips brushed along my jaw.  I slowly looked up into a pair of dark eyes full of compassion and love belonging to a handsome young man with a pale face.  He gently smiled at me. The tickling sensation returned, stronger than what it was just a few seconds before.

"Hey there, stranger,"  he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes.  His touch brought some temporary relief to the pain that was beginning to build up in my head but it wasn't enough.  I grabbed my head and whimpered.  It was becoming too much.  The man took hold of my shoulders and gently shook me.

"You have to remember it all.  The pain, your life, me. Please!"  he pleaded, his dark eyes bright with unshed tears.  I vaguely noticed the similarity between his voice and the one from earlier.  Maybe they knew each other.  Tears began to stream down my face ad the pain gradually intensified.

"It hurts,"  I mumbled through clenched teeth.  He let go of my shoulders and cupped my face.  His hands were so cold against my skin and the pain lessened by a small fraction.  He smiled at me again, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I know."  That was all he said as he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.  His hands might've eased the pain, but his kiss completely numbed it.  I sighed with relief.  It's funny how it's always quiet before the storm.

A scream broke the silence, quickly followed by more.  The people that were so quiet and calm just moments before were running around in panic.  How long had they been at this?  The building shook violently and large crack s began to form on the walls and ceiling.  Giant pieces of plaster fell all around us.  Windows shattered, cutting those who were close enough to ribbons.  My eyes widened in fear, but the man looked me in the eye, apparently oblivious to the mayhem that was surrounding us.  This time, his smile was genuine.

"Don't be afraid.  I know you can remember.  You can do it, Sarah.  I know you can!"  he said, his hands returning to tightly grip my shoulders.  The chaos continued around us yet we were unphased.  Lost in a world of our own.  I looked at him; his cheeks slightly flushed and his dark eyes dancing with excitement.  What I didn't notice until now was the tiny cresent shaped scaar under his left eye. The pain vanished instantly, and I caught my breath.  He was not a stranger anymore.  With trembling hands, I slowly reached up to touch his face.  His eyes widened slightly as i whispered a single word, one that was both old and new to my vocabulary.  I would cherish that word for as long as I can remember.

"John."   He smiled, letting his tears fall freely.

"See?  That wasn't so bad, was it?"  He joked, leaning in to kiss me yet again.  In an instant I knew something was worng.  The pain had returned again, somehow worse than before.  I screamed with those around me as John took me in his arms.  I watched in horror as a man in robes ran by, his face full of glass.  he dropped to the floor and didn't move again.  Soon, a small puddle of blood had surrounded his head.

"This is your fault!"  a woman in a white dress yelled at me, her face contorted in rage.  She picked up a large shard of glass and began to run torwards us, raising her hand higher as she got closer.

The building shook again and the floor just a few feet from me collapsed.  The last thing I saw was the look of surprise on the woman's face as she fell through the gaping hole in front of her.

That is the last thing I can remember before the building came down around us and I blacked out.

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I did it.

I finally found her.

It took months but I did it.  She's with me again, and what's more, she remembers me.  Me, a warrior.   The Hand of God remembers me!   I smiled as I walked away from the prison they had put her in so long ago with the angel in my arms.  They were all beautiful, but there was something about Sarah that just made me want to protect her.  It was a good thing Fang was able to take over my charges so I could look for her.

I wonder how he's doing?

Sarah said something as she slept away in my arms. She had been captured so long ago and imprisoned with the demons.  It was amazing that she was able to take down that demon while suffering through the remembering process. I looked down at her and smiled again.  I still couldn't believe I had found her.

My charge.

My Sarah.

My angel....

Description
Strange words said aloud.

Paranoid Schizophrenic.

I blinked at the tile floor ad I concentrated on those words.  What did they mean?  Was it my name?  Slowly, I mouthed the words.  Why did they seem so alien and familiar at the same time?

'You have to remember,'  a faint voice softly whispered in my ear.  I lifted my head and looked around the small room, trying to see who was trying to talk to me.

There weren't many people around, and those that were there were too far away from me.  Most of them, I noticed, wore the same clothes as me.  I took in the different colors of their robes compared to my plain white one.  They all had the same vacant and confused expression on their faces.  Do I look like that?  I can't help but to wonder.  The others in the room were clad in white outfits, some with fake smiles while the rest were solemn.  They stood silently, watching over us like guards.

'Does that make me a prisoner?'

The thought ran through my mind for a fleeting second but it was a second too long.  It left me more confused and afraid.  For the first time in a long while, I looked around the room and wondered where the Hell I was.  When did I get here? Where was 'here'?

'You have to remember,'  the voice said again.

"Who are you?"  I asked, my own voice hoarse from not being used since...  How long has it been since I've talked?

'A friend.  I've always been your friend.  You have to remember your friend,' it insisted, almost sounding demanding.

Something stirred in the back of my head, soft like the brush of a feather.  I tried to reach for it but it was too late.  It was already gone.

'Concentrate.  You do want to remember, right?'  A shadow fell on the tiles in front of me and soft fingertips brushed along my jaw.  I slowly looked up into a pair of dark eyes full of compassion and love belonging to a handsome young man with a pale face.  He gently smiled at me. The tickling sensation returned, stronger than what it was just a few seconds before.

"Hey there, stranger,"  he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes.  His touch brought some temporary relief to the pain that was beginning to build up in my head but it wasn't enough.  I grabbed my head and whimpered.  It was becoming too much.  The man took hold of my shoulders and gently shook me.

"You have to remember it all.  The pain, your life, me. Please!"  he pleaded, his dark eyes bright with unshed tears.  I vaguely noticed the similarity between his voice and the one from earlier.  Maybe they knew each other.  Tears began to stream down my face ad the pain gradually intensified.

"It hurts,"  I mumbled through clenched teeth.  He let go of my shoulders and cupped my face.  His hands were so cold against my skin and the pain lessened by a small fraction.  He smiled at me again, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I know."  That was all he said as he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.  His hands might've eased the pain, but his kiss completely numbed it.  I sighed with relief.  It's funny how it's always quiet before the storm.

A scream broke the silence, quickly followed by more.  The people that were so quiet and calm just moments before were running around in panic.  How long had they been at this?  The building shook violently and large crack s began to form on the walls and ceiling.  Giant pieces of plaster fell all around us.  Windows shattered, cutting those who were close enough to ribbons.  My eyes widened in fear, but the man looked me in the eye, apparently oblivious to the mayhem that was surrounding us.  This time, his smile was genuine.

"Don't be afraid.  I know you can remember.  You can do it, Sarah.  I know you can!"  he said, his hands returning to tightly grip my shoulders.  The chaos continued around us yet we were unphased.  Lost in a world of our own.  I looked at him; his cheeks slightly flushed and his dark eyes dancing with excitement.  What I didn't notice until now was the tiny cresent shaped scaar under his left eye. The pain vanished instantly, and I caught my breath.  He was not a stranger anymore.  With trembling hands, I slowly reached up to touch his face.  His eyes widened slightly as i whispered a single word, one that was both old and new to my vocabulary.  I would cherish that word for as long as I can remember.

"John."   He smiled, letting his tears fall freely.

"See?  That wasn't so bad, was it?"  He joked, leaning in to kiss me yet again.  In an instant I knew something was worng.  The pain had returned again, somehow worse than before.  I screamed with those around me as John took me in his arms.  I watched in horror as a man in robes ran by, his face full of glass.  he dropped to the floor and didn't move again.  Soon, a small puddle of blood had surrounded his head.

"This is your fault!"  a woman in a white dress yelled at me, her face contorted in rage.  She picked up a large shard of glass and began to run torwards us, raising her hand higher as she got closer.

The building shook again and the floor just a few feet from me collapsed.  The last thing I saw was the look of surprise on the woman's face as she fell through the gaping hole in front of her.

That is the last thing I can remember before the building came down around us and I blacked out.

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I did it.

I finally found her.

It took months but I did it.  She's with me again, and what's more, she remembers me.  Me, a warrior.   The Hand of God remembers me!   I smiled as I walked away from the prison they had put her in so long ago with the angel in my arms.  They were all beautiful, but there was something about Sarah that just made me want to protect her.  It was a good thing Fang was able to take over my charges so I could look for her.

I wonder how he's doing?

Sarah said something as she slept away in my arms. She had been captured so long ago and imprisoned with the demons.  It was amazing that she was able to take down that demon while suffering through the remembering process. I looked down at her and smiled again.  I still couldn't believe I had found her.

My charge.

My Sarah.

My angel....