Memories Laid to Rest

[Lex Carter (DELETED 6970)]

“Don’t stop Lex, just keep running!” It was Lex’s first memory, followed by the blinding pain in his head. His vision slowly started to come back…..He was running, he was running as fast and hard as he could and he had no idea why. His heart was racing in his chest, he felt like he had been running for a while but he didn’t seem to be slowing down. Streets, buildings, he couldn’t get his eyes to focus enough to make any real detail and something kept running down his forehead, something liquid. Lex didn’t stop, he didn’t dare, and something told him to keep going until he couldn’t anymore.

Twenty minutes later and he was crouched over in an alleyway breathing heavily. He focused on slowing his racing heart and wiping the wetness from his eyes. He searched his pockets a lighter, pack of cigarettes. and a twenty dollar bill was the only thing he found. The lighter illuminated enough for him to realize he was covered in blood and had no idea who’s…..or why. He lit a cigarette out of what he was assuming was habit. There was nothing much he could do about the blood except wipe it away and strip down to just a black t shirt and blue jeans. Lex just started walking he wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t help escape the feeling he was being followed…..or maybe just paranoid, maybe he was really insane? But how come he couldn’t remember where he lived? Where he worked? What his favorite food was? Who his family was? Why did his head feel like it had almost been split in two? Shouldn’t he be going to the hospital? Lex came to a full stop. Why would he be avoiding the hospital? Something in his gut told him hospitals were a bad idea. Just keep moving, keep moving and you’ll think of something. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He shook his head "NO! Coffee first....then plan. No coffee. No plan." He looked around....Now he was talking to himself, great. It only took him a few turns and blocks to find a diner that was open. He couldn't have looked too terrible, the waitress didn't seem to give him too odd of a look. Maybe she just seen weirdos come in all time time. Maybe he was dreaming this whole thing up anyways. He sank into a booth and ordered a cup of coffee, black. What was he going to do now? Something seemed missing, well other than his memories. He coudn't put his finger on it. It was like something was completely shifted, something was very wrong.