i'll be gentle

Zayn Dawson

I had no idea why or how I had passed out but I woke up with a sharp pang in the back of my head. Most likely someone had clubbed me. A sucker punch. I was sure of one thing. It wasn’t the lunatic. My money was on the old crazy priest. Rafiki. It was him. The next time I saw him, I’d even the score. I just hope he didn’t die from what was to come.

I felt the bump hiding behind my hair and gritted my teeth. Damn! It felt ugly. Looking around, I confirmed I was no longer in the crazy circle. I was just outside the camp. I could make outlines of the huts.

My fingers were numb. I sat upright waiting for the fog in my vision to clear thoroughly. The effect of their crazy voodoo drink was gone. I felt more like myself now. Then it hit me.

The memories.

The memories I had just unlocked all came flooding in. I remembered it all now. The way I had been insane over Cara Mckay. We had been so perfect together till the accident. A biking accident over the mountains of Tibet had denied