The Future Past

  Through my despair, the past came alive, and it fed on me. Erasing my memories, and giving me the memories of others, memories of things I never wanted to see. They became clear in my mind, filling the holes where the past had taken from me what had been mine. Then, in the ultimate irony, the memories that had been given to me took a life of their own, and I came apart around the edges where they lived.
  The past, unable to take my memories fast enough to feed itself now that I was fighting back and holding onto them, started filling my mind with the future to distract me from my past. In this knowledge, I found that I could remember the future, but I know not what I should do with this gift. I don't even know if I can call it a gift, since the price to pay for it was everything that I have ever been. There is no me left inside this body, the only thing that keeps me acting the way I do is the way my mind is attached to my brain, the impulses still translating what few thoughts I have into complex reactions to simulate the being that once had so much life.
  I find now, that to take away my memories the past had to have access to my very mind, and that it was my essence it attacked. No amount of healing could ever repair the damage done; no mystical fix is possible for me. All I know is the dread of what's to come, and the truth of what is - what was. I see it all, but I hide from it. Reality was never for us to know, no one could ever truly handle what I have become. I can't. I won't.