Why does it hurt.
No, it's not a splitting headache, but a piercing pain in the spine.
At that moment, I actually hesitated.
My hands couldn't control their movements and stopped.
Those familiar but unfamiliar words made my mind go blank for a moment.
The image that flashed through my mind was my own face.
A face I don't recognize.
Those remaining memory fragments made me want to escape the pain of lying on the operating table.
I still remember the slowness, the embarrassment of choice that led me to disobedience.
Who is who, who am I?
Do I really know you?