Perfect Recall - character monologue

Perfect recall is as much a burden as a blessing. Especially if your parents have spotted your talent.

When my Dad used to ask me, ‘So what did you get up to last night’, it wasn’t like I could say ‘I don’t remember’. If I tried, he’d reply,

‘I find that a bit strange considering you still talk about that time Anna Flynn bit your arm when you were 2 years old. Don’t you? That’s why I’m pretty certain you’d remember if you kissed that boy last night or not’.
It’s amazing how often you die when you are a teenager. At least once a day, someone puts a dagger through your heart.

I imagine that you’ve forgotten just how that feels, but I haven’t . All those black board screeching memories you hate. The ones that haunt you. The ones that flood into your brain when you are walking down the street or waiting for a bus. I carry them and all the otehr smaller one stha you've forgotten. They're with me all the time. They sit in my head like squabbling siblings in the back seat of the car. I feel like that poor kid in the 6^th sense. Except I don’t just see dead people. Most of them are still alive. Most of them have forgotten what I said when I was drunk and they were too. But I haven’t. Some of them know it. Some of them don’t look me in the eye anymore. Some of them don’t seem to care, but I wonder if they do. Sometimes I wish I could forget about it. But I can’t, can I?