I just kept falling.

Never landing.

The last thing I saw:

The terrified look on his face.

Then,

They found me.

Stole me.

The only thing I could think of was,

The fear of becoming a monster.

I tried to hold on to the memories.

The memories of the life I had,

But,

They ripped them from me.

They changed me.

The only thing I knew was

Following their orders

To make the world a better place.

They made everything dark,

So I lived in the dark.

No colors.

But then,

I saw him.

That familiar face.

My best friend.

He called my name,

Or, perhaps it was my name.

The phobia of becoming a monster,

Returning.

I tried to remember.

They responded negatively,

So, I pretended

That I forgot.

They agreed to that.

But, it was merely an act.

My deepest desire was to find myself again.

Then,

A ray of light.

A drop of color.

Lighting up my dark,

Colorless world.

He had helped me finally remember again.