I Was in my bed thinking about how do simple objects work, a door lock, a camera, a microwave, a CD, a memory card… And then i realized that most of the people (including me) uses these objects and they doesn’t know how do they work. Something came to my head; “what does Memory exactly mean?”. I wasn’t interested in searching the meaning, I wanted to give “Memory” a personal meaning. I wanted to ask my mom what does Memory mean for her but she wasn’t home. Later, I realized that I was alone in my house, my mother probably was in the supermarket and my father was working. I had no idea why the neighbors were screaming, maybe they founded a spider or something like that, I don’t know.
Next morning I was really tired, I waked up like at 8 am and my whole body was aching. I was worried about my mom, she wasn’t home again. my dad usually leaves notes before going work but now, I think he forgot. Something was worrying me, it wasn’t the rotten flesh smell, it was like someone was watching me, later i felt sounds in the attic. I was to scared to investigate, so I decided to call the neighbors for help. It was useless with the door of my house jammed. I ran to my room searching for something that I could use to defend myself, I found a camera, and his respective memory card, my computer and a old CD, nothing useful. However the sounds stopped some minutes later. I tried to broke a Window with my fist, wanting to ask for help, but i just achieved a broken wrist. I was starving and my fridge was empty, the only edible thing left was some rotten pasta in the microwave. Thirsty, starving, tired and hurt, i walked to the kitchen really worried about the sounds in the attic, then I found a knife with blood on it, instantly the sounds started again, but they were different, now they were much more quiet, i started moving to the attic stairs, the sounds accelerated, i walked upstairs but before I opened the door, the neighbors came to outside the house asking for something that I couldn’t hear, I didn’t stop myself and then i opened the attic door with the knife in my useful hand, then, i just walked forwards, into the darkness of the attic, i could touch my mom in my left and my dad in my right, later, a crying little girl punched me in my testicles and ran to the stairs, when she was at the sun light, I could see her mouth and teeth covered in blood.
When I recovered from the punch, i turned on the lights of the attic and I could see my parents dead in the floor, their rotten bodies had injuries with teeth marks. The girl was trying to open the main door but she couldn’t obviously, i threw the knife to the girl and she fell, i could recognize the face of the girl, she was the neighbors daughter. Later, I cut a bunch of meat from her and ate it, i didn’t know why i did it, all of this, kill my parents and kidnap the neighbors daughter… or just I don’t remember it?. I know the meaning of memory, or at least I knew it sometime.