suf·fer

verb

1. Experience or be subjected to (something bad or unpleasant).

"He ached to hold her in his arms once more, but he had to suffer the consequences of his actions. He had to come to terms that she was really gone, forever."

synonyms: ache

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Thoughts passed through the web in her mind, escaping her as she continued to remember the day. Remembering, something that brings her a swelling tinge of pain. Swiping the memories away like pesky flies as she bounces off the bed, making her way over to the small closet containing her many different attires.

She tugs at the plain white tee shirt on a hanger, making it fall into her hands before cautiously bending to grab her grey baggy sweatpants. She puts the on, letting her hair down from the tight ponytail it was entwined in. A feeling of release rushed to her scalp.

She was about to walk out of her room but stops in front of the mirror. She hated not being able to remember. It made her feel like she was living a lie. That the life she was bounded to, wan't her own. Sometimes she wished it wasn't, that she had a better life. A life better than an alcoholic foster mother and small room under the library.

She bites her lip and shuts her eyes, Knowing she shouldn't be wishing for more. Others have it worst. At least she had a roof over her head, yet she couldn't stop her mind from wandering to the lonesome places in her head.

Maybe in her old life, she was a prankster. Maybe a social butterfly. She opens her eyes. That doesn't really matter now, does it? She can't remember and no matter what she did, she wouldn't be able to bring back that old life. It will forever remain as a buried fantasy. Clementine began to play with the end of the leg of her sweatpants, tugging it slightly.

Her reflection stared at her. Brown eyes bore into her own, wisps of hair berating their contact momentarily. Her lips were chapped but full, her cheeks a tint of light orange.

She wonders how she got the small scar on her forehead, which was hidden by her hair most of the time. It's been there before the accident as far as she knows. She wonders how her father looked. Her tan complexion couldn't have come from her pale birth mother who's skin looked ill even when she was the "healthiest" that she would ever be.

Time moves faster for Clementine. She doesn't know why, but it does. So she goes along with it. No matter what others would say or do, She felt foreign. She only wished she could remember. Maybe that would make things different, better.

But she can't and she has the scars to prove it.

She pulls at the end of the pant leg to witness once more, the white scar that trails from her ankle to her knee. She drops the fabric, letting it cling to her leg as it fell. Her fingers instinctively reaching for the side of her head.

"Literally."

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☆"Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable longing to see the truth." - Marcus Tullius Cicero☆