Alzheimer's Disease: A Short Story

First words, first memories, things that I should hold precious to my heart. If only they weren't so hard to come by. Alzheimer's a debilitating disease in which the victim starts having problems with their memory. First you forget a loved one, then where you live, you forget who you are, forget how to perform everyday tasks, and eventually forget how to breath. It's my reality. With my paternal lineage carrying the disease in their blood chances are a dormant gene is coursing through mine. Things like memories are sacred and should be made with every chance I get. Even at such a young age it worries me how little I remember. All my memories are lost fragments buried under dirt, like nothing even existed before I turned eight. Like a spill

The buildings and homes around me passed by in a blur too quick for me to take in. It was early morning and even as a child my sleeping habits were bad i fell asleep everywhere, but i felt an uneasiness in the air that wouldn't let me drift off. Why was I the only one going? Did i do something wrong? Was he leaving me somewhere? The rest of the ride was spent in constant turmoil tossing, and turning. Fear was creeping up on me, I felt his hand on my shoulder. My heart rate

I could feel my wrist freezing over the crystals of ice climbing its way up my arm. I wanted my father back. She lead me towards a stretcher, her fingers dug into my ribcage sending a mild unpleasantness through me I squirmed beneath her touch and she dug further sending the crystals of ice bursting through my chest. I went still in fear of the “Ice Witch” turning me into an icicle, she managed to hoist me onto the stretcher.Two doctors appeared on each side of me, an anesthesiologist slipped a mask on my face and whispered “dream of ponies and princesses”. I slipped into a quiet darkness. I dreamt of nothing but a dark void where nothing