Chapter 95

Nearly two months in this damn place and not fucking once have I asked myself what my name was. How is that possible?

More importantly how the fuck don’t I know my own name!!!!?

“Hello, little one?”

This dude just does not give up.

“Buddy I’m kind of going through something here… and stop calling me child or little one! I’ve proved my sentience or whatever and I promise I won’t destroy the forest so leave me alone for a little while.”

“Bud…dy? Ah thank goodness if you consider us friends then you’ve looked passed our introduction.”

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Figures the one thing it heard there was the one thing I didn’t actually mean and hold on .. looked past ...? The fuck I have!

“When I used the word buddy i was using sarcasm. I have definitely not in fact looked past you threatening me.”

“Sarcasm? Do you mean you lied?”

Oh just fuck off dude!

“I don’t have the time to explain concepts to you right now, I’m trying to figure out my bloody name leave me alone and bother me later.”

For a damn wonder it works. I’m left in peaceful silence.

I know I said I’ve wanted company but that was not what I meant. And it has the nerve to call me a child? It seriously needs to look in a fucking mirror. Constantly asking me questions, not respecting my boundaries, outright pestering when it doesn’t get its way.

All textbook behaviors found in adolescent children. Ugh my time volunteering at the shelter taught me more than enough about the behaviors of children.

Not the point right now, I’ll get back to the Child Who Keeps Threatening me later…

MY NAME.

Thats what’s important.

Why can’t I remember my name? I kept all my memories from earth except what I was named and called there? Hard as I try i cant seem to recall it.

Fuck me, of all the things to forget I forget my own name?

Why couldn’t I just forget my depression?