The Crash

Another story for you guys! This one honestly isn't the best but it's alright.
The Crash
Jared always lived underground. He doesn’t remember seeing the sky, or anybody, really. His thoughts were always wandering, but he was stuck there. He was always looking out that same window, the window blocked up with dirt and sand. Sometimes he’d think about walking outside, feeling the fresh air again, but he knew he couldn’t. You just don’t know why after a while.

He never went to college, and after high school, he forgot everything. Jared always thought it was short term memory loss, but couldn’t find any other excuses as to why he never went out. The only thing he could remember was the car crash, but nothing else. He thought he’d lost his memory after it, and still didn’t know why. Remembering only his name and the crash, he was stuck thinking about it. Why had I got hit? Why was I named Jared? Why can’t I remember anything else?

Thunder rumbled through the city, Jared couldn’t sleep. His eyes were always open at night and he always felt tired during the day. But he couldn’t move. Jared was stuck here forever, and couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t itch his arm, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t close his eyes. It wasn’t easy being six feet under or looking for the sky through the hole in the top of your own coffin.