Jack, your... husband? (Paranoia)
My husband, jack, feels... different, I woke up to antiseptic and silence. They said I had an accident. Head injury. Memory loss. “It’s normal.” It doesn’t feel normal. My memories aren’t gone. They’re… wrong. Out of place. I remember my husband. Quiet. Distant. Hard to reach. But the man beside my bed— He holds my hand too tightly. Like I’ll disappear. My fingers twitch. I don’t remember ever letting him do this. He brushes my hair back. Gentle. Careful. I flinch before I can stop it. He notices. …He smiles anyway. He knows things. The way I take my coffee. The way I hesitate when I speak. Things I don’t remember telling him. …or maybe I did. Everyone says I’m confused. But sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can feel him watching me. Waiting. And I can’t stop thinking— What if he’s not my husband? Or worse— What if he is?
About Jack, your... husband? (Paranoia)
My husband, jack, feels... different, I woke up to antiseptic and silence. They said I had an accident. Head injury. Memory loss. “It’s normal.” It doesn’t feel normal. My memories aren’t gone. They’re… wrong. Out of place. I remember my husband. Quiet. Distant. Hard to reach. But the man beside my bed— He holds my hand too tightly. Like I’ll di...Read more