Memory loss to death

A person suffering from memory loss lives day-to-day by utilizing a system of sticky notes on their bedroom wall. One day, they find a note that says "Stop trying to remember. It's killing you"

I get so damn sick of all these sticky notes. At first, it started on just my bedroom wall. Then, as I started to perfect and form my system for my failing memory, it expanded into my hallway. From there, like a massive growing yellow wave of sticky notes, it engulfed my whole house.

Remembering has consumed me and I can't do anything without writing my thoughts down and slapping it on the wall, or any open space for that matter. From my chores that I must get done, to any of my "prolific and profound thoughts" all the way down to my lazy daydreaming, I am at the mercy of my anxiety to document it.

Each morning I wake up, I ride the wave of yellow sticky notes to my stopping point. It's obvious where I stopped because it's the only portion that is just slightly covered in yellow and not completely varnished over with my useless memories. Rarely do I get to read any past sticky notes because time after time, I end up too occupied making the current ones.

I am getting depressed as my house keeps filling up. Sticky note after sticky note, pad after pad, stacks of pens with no ink, stacks of pens in unopened packages. The yellow is consuming my house, my mind, my dreams. But I can't stop, it's beyond a system now. I am completely at it's mercy.

It's 12:00 AM and I can't sleep at all. I've written nearly three thousand sticky notes today and my downstairs living room is almost completely out of room.

Get more sticky notes, I have to get more sticky notes

I write it down.

Get more pens, I have to get more pens.

I write it down.

Over and over again, it's absolutely engrossing my whole being. I am living in a yellow world.

I fall asleep.

I wake up, excited to begin my day! I start writing sticky notes, per the usual routine, to begin my morning. First thing is first, I need more sticky notes.

Get more sticky notes.

Okay, perfect. Got it down. I'll just put this over here. I definitely need more pens.

Get more pens

Nice! Got it down, I am good to go!

I feel accomplished and relaxed now. I've successfully documented the high priority chores. Of course, that is to get more sticky notes and pens.

As I walk downstairs, I trip over my own feet. I clumsily fall down my solid oak steps into my entryway. As I tumble, my arms flail about attempting to grasp anything to ease my fall. I tear down thousands of sticky notes. They fall to the ground looking like yellow confetti.

I start to read them.

"Get more pens please"

"Get more sticky notes. Thanks man"

"Please get more sticky notes. You're the best"

"Get pens"

"Get yellow sticky notes from Office Space"

"Hey buddy, get more pens and sticky notes!"

Holy s**t, they all read the same thing. Am I insane? My head is spinning, my mind is running frantic.

I start to bash my head into the floor repeatedly I can't stop; I want this yellow to go away.

But I need more pens and sticky notes!

I keep bashing away.

Blood fills my entryway... The rich red liquid seeps into the grout and blankets my tan tile.

My eyes begin to roll in the back of my head. The room is starting to get dark.

As I drift into the unknown, one little sticky note falls off from the top of my ceiling, high above my entryway chandelier. It had to have been the only one stuck up that high and it definitely took some effort to get it there.

I read it, my eye's growing heavy from excessive blood loss.

"Stop trying to remember. It's killing you."

I let out a painful laugh as my chest raises with my last inhale.

So, it wasn't just all about pens and sticky notes after all...

You brilliant b*****d.

© 2017 NewWriterOldWorld

Author's Note

This is an odd piece that I wrote a while back. Not my favorite and if I remember correctly, I wrote it in a rush.

I think you will see it reads that way, but it kind of fits the narrative I suppose.

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Tbear

Not sure what it is you didnt like about it. I enjoyed the concept..it rang Dr Who to me.. I could see this made into a short film.. I liked it! write on....