Blahsphemy

Pain lurked like a crocodile in a swamp. It attacked whenever his guard was down. Every time he managed to escape its vice like grip, he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. A battle that will last a lifetime. A battle that will end only with him. He loved the irony of it. At times he longed for the pain. To be crippled by it and be a writhing mass of flesh.    

When your memory is fully wiped, we will set you free. How do I know whether my memory is fully wiped if I have no memory of what I am supposed to remember? That's when his world went blank.   

They say the force field was down when the meteor hit. He was a child then. The meteor had divided the dwelling into two. The upper and the lower. The meteor's radioactive core also changed the people in these two areas. The upper beings resembled humans while the lower beings resembled nothing anyone was familiar with. So in all senses they became the lower forms. The one thing that unsettled the upper beings was that the lower beings had special powers and could control anything they wished. This irked a few upper beings as to how someone who can control someone else be called a lower being? Soon they were called outcasts and were pegged in between the two. They were the ones who leaked this story and called for an intergalactic intervention. So today the world will decide who is the real lower and who the upper. But the middle stays the same.    

He always dreamt of a shore with gentle waves and a dilapidated castle on the cliff. In his dream he was always walking towards that mysterious castle. He could hear the wind howl and the windows rattle. He could hear the doors slamming shut in the distance. He knew it was here his memories should rest. Like castaways on a remote island. 

When you travel back in time, won't memories become real? He pretended as if he never heard that. In fact, he had heard the same question a million years back.