The memory continued. It was the day we took our wedding photos. Tasha, in her wedding dress, spun on the lawn with her arm linked through mine.
“Enough!” Vincent shouted, grabbing the metal connector on my head. “Turn off the machine! I won’t let him remember any of this!”
The technician rushed to stop him. “Captain Newton, no! If you interrupt it now, it will cause permanent brain damage!”
“Brain damage? He deserves it! Why should he enjoy these happy memories now? Tasha has been in the ICU for five years and he’s here thinking about the good times. Isn’t that ridiculous?!”
The shouting grew louder. Some yelled for me to die, others called me selfish and cold-blooded.
I lay on the ground with blood at my lips, but those memories kept replaying in my mind. The memories that once kept me going were now the sharpest knives hurting me.
“You don’t understand! You don’t understand at all!”
“Don’t understand? What’s there not to understand!” Vincent grabbed my hair and smashed my face into the floor.