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Published on May 26, 2026
Memory Loss
Memory Loss
On March 27th, when I was driving home after work, I saw something strange; a man, looking like he was in his mid-20s, was being dragged into a van in front a house, and moreover, that man seemed sweaty and extremely pale. The men dragging him were wearing gloves and masks, I observed them silently. I felt dubious about the situation.
As I had memory loss I quickly noted all the details I could get in a notebook.
On March 28th, I made most of the moment and reported to the local station. The officer enquired me and I told him all about yesterday. The man however, seemed a bit distressed, so I kept my notebook to myself. “You are young, so why don’t you take my advise and take a not my monkey not my circus approach?”The officer asked in a pity. But that means he is hiding something, so, I gave him a submissive look as he expects me to, “Then I shall stay out of it. Then if I must.” i said as I stood up to leave.
On March 30th, I went back to Blue street, where the incident happened three days ago. I went and enquired every house in the street, asking them about it, but nobody showed any sign of knowledge about it, until I went to the last house in the street with no hopes. I went inside and asked him about that particular house. He didn’t wait a moment before asking, “What do you know?” He knew that there was something off with that place, so I told him everything that I knew. Dr. Vihaan, told me about his knowledge, “That man Aarvik, was infected with ’rabersiminon’. It’s caused by a plant that was believed to be extinct but it wasn’t.
Somebody got their hands on that plant and they’re dropping the poisonous plant in the water supply and unfortunately, rabersiminon doesn’t have a cure and it’s communicable.” I didn’t know how to reply, he also said that if one were ever infected with this, their mind will no longer be their own and that it’s better to kill themselves cause death will come when it’s time till then the person will suffer.
I gave him my notebook and told him that we will meet up tomorrow as I have to get home before it’s late. I believed him even though he felt strange, he didn’t have shadow.
On March 31st, I went to Dr. Vihaan’s house as I had said. “How about we inform the public?” I asked, in a way of greeting. “No” he said, ”I’ve tried, that’s why they think I’m crazy. We’ll have to do this the hard
way – find the bad guys and stop them.
From what you’ve written in your notebook, Rua, I think that they’ve taken Aarvik to the locked down hospital, down the street.” “Why would they do it?” I asked. “Instead of preventing the infection, they’re trying to find the cure for rabersiminon. It’d be painful for the patient” He said. This isn’t what I expected. “Let’s get him out of there, then.” I said. “Yes, but you must remain in the car while I go gethim and if I don’t come back within thirty minutes, you have to go back.” He said. I didn’t object because it’d be pointless anyway. We took precautions so the virus doesn’t spread and then left.
We executed the mission as planned. Barely fifteen minutes passed before I saw Dr. Vihaan again. He rushed into the car and asked me to drive away immediately. He seemed to be petrified by fear. “Aarvik isn’t the only one there, he’s dead.” He said.
April 2nd, “Rua is in the active phase of schizophrenia, it’s the active stage where the person hallucinate, it’s dangerous she might hurt herself.” I hear my doctor say.
I’m again at the hospital.
