Memory Loss.

She patches me up, delivering a soft touch with her silky hands. The bandage is well presented and stuck on with precision and intricacy. Not that I’m obsessed with tidiness, if you saw my apartment you’d be sick to your stomach, spewing your last meal. She’s definitely a peacemaker, classy and self-assured, wearing beautiful and diamond encrusted dresses. She’s far too rich for me though, you can see from the gold that she’s from a different walk of life, partaking in fixing me before going off into the sunset.

She found me lying in the gutter, bleeding and talking in tongues to myself. In daylight, she offered to keep me from dying. I said no to going to the hospital, I didn’t want the attention and I didn’t want to be scrutinized. So the angel guided me to her high end home. When she fixes her eyes on me, a rush of hope goes through me, a formidable feeling of sexual urgency. But I can’t let my guard down, I can’t let her in to my problematic world, she’s far too precious to break.

I rise up from the cream sofa and shake her hand. She smiles at me and tells me to look after myself. To clean the wound and to live a life full of love more than rage. I smile back and walk out of the door into the descending sunlight. As I walk, with a cigarette in my mouth, as my lungs are triggered by the smoke, I see glimpses of a man that looks familiar, it’s the suit, the white, sleazy suit. Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me or maybe it’s time for me to look closer.
I steady myself and walk towards the man that’s talking to a pretty girl who looks like a glorified prostitute. She smiles at him like she’s putty in his hands. But then he smacks her across the face, screaming at her, telling her she’s a piece of trash, scum of the earth.
She scampers.

I walk into his proximity and clench my fist. I truly want to pulverize and brutalize him, torture his soul and his body, for a reason unknown.
He pushes me away and I’m taken to the ground by a force.
That force is from two large men wearing all black, carrying batons.
They hit me from every angle, sending shockwaves of pain through my wasting body.
They eventually halt and stand back.
And then it happens, a nightmare begins to unfold. 
I’m thrown into the back of a van.
The smell of rotting flesh becomes apparent.
I’m not the only one here, there’s someone else.
Someone dead to the world, who has suffered heavy blows from knives and gunshots. His face looks unrecognisable, battered to a pulp, bleeding out.
Fear begins to take over my jaded mind. I’m stuck in the back of this vehicle, looking at remains of a man that’s crossed the man in the white suit.
Now I’ve crossed him. And my life is in danger.
I wish to lie my head on the lap of the beautiful woman who dressed my wound.
The van stops and I can hear them speak. The voice cuts through the commotion. A voice I’ve heard before.
It all goes quiet.
They open the back of the van with a thrust, pulling me off and into what looks like a derelict building. There’s shards of glass everywhere. There’s dead bodies strewn everywhere. This sadistic bastard has a heart coated in black.
They take me to a room and place me onto a wooden chair. The stench is overwhelming.
They tell me to close my eyes. I do so.
And the voice powers through. The commanding tone of a psychopath.
I open my eyes to the unshaved face of the man who I think left me for dead before the girl saved me.
In the gutter, with the rats.
He puts his hand out. I remember the tattoo of the phoenix on his arm. I remember the flames which surround it.
In his hand lies a piece of paper. He gives it to me. I open it and read on.
‘It says ‘Sharon and Lucy must die’
I know the names, but my hazy mind can’t remember the faces.
And then it clicks. Sharon is my ex-wife and Lucy is my daughter.
But I’ve not seen them in years.
I’ve been too much of a drunk to be there for them.
My memory clicks into place, the blockage dissipates, and I now know why I dislike him.
He stole from me, we had a business, a flourishing business.
And he slept with Sharon. 
He wrecked my life. His power overruled everything.
The memory loss? How has it occurred? How have I forgot everything?
The knock to the head, it must be the cause.
I turn over the note, it was dated yesterday.
His unlawful henchman bring through 2 body bags.
He tells me to open them.
What I uncover is horrendous.
Sharon, Lucy, and the girl from before, all dead.
I fall to my knees, weeping into the note, the ink tarnished by my tears.
These memories come flooding back. I knew him from my youth, I trusted him.
He walks away and closes the door. Leaving me with the two guards.
My time is up, I can feel it.
My heart rattles like a child’s toy.
I close my eyes and await my fate.
Then I hear the force of gun shots.
The two guards pull out their firearms, pointing them at the door. It smashes open and reveals a shotgun wielding princess of hope, inflicting horrendous wounds, committing herself to saving a lost cause like me.