ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

Why Don't You Fix Me

"YOU ARE A BRAIN SURGEON. EVERY TIME YOU PERFORM A SURGERY, YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO SEE MEMORIES OF THE PATIENT YOUR ARE OPERATING ON."

this is a really cool prompt I like it a lot

The patient was a victim of attempted suicide.

Dark knew what that was like.

He sighed, preparing to operate.

Memories are so strange. No scientist has been able to pin exactly where memories are stored in the brain, and so memory debilitating diseases like Parkinson's and Alzheimer's were somewhat of a mystery in certain aspects.

He can see the memories of the patient he's working on.

His heart breaks slowly as he works on the patient. The memories flooding the patients subconscious thoughts were all fear.

Fear of being replaced.

Dark knew that fear far too well. It's what drove him to attempt suicide when he was a teenager.

He felt as though he was so damn replaceable to everyone he knew, so he assumed that if he disappeared, everyone would forget him and he would be replaced by someone else.

His parents had his sister.

He was always the last resort for his friends, where if no one else was available, only then would he be desired company. He was a cure to loneliness.

Any talent he had was not unique enough. Even in something as simple as art, he didn't have his own style at all or any ideas, and as a result was forgettable. He tried at piano, tried so hard, but there was no point. He wasn't good enough.

There was nothing significant about his personality either. No one would remember him a month after he was gone.

It would be as though he never existed.

He'd been significant in a friend group once, but the group chat eventually fell apart and he was back to being nothing.

He still felt that way sometimes, but his occupation allowed him to feel as though he was making a difference, saving lives.

After hours, he finished the operation. Exhausted, he still decided to write a small note to the patient. Whether they chose to read it or not was not a concern.

I was like you. I thought I would disappear. Turns out some people actually missed me...