Like The Sky, part 2

After the trees, there was silence for a split second and then the loudest, most shrill scream I had ever heard. It took me a good five minutes to realize that the scream had come from me. After this realization, the pain took complete control of me and I was lost in the fire. I knew that something was going on around me, but for the longest time I felt nothing but the pain. I saw nothing but the red-blue sky that I had fallen from, and I heard nothing but the voices of my family, warning me to watch my step and mind my ways.

I had always been clumsy. That was, arguably, my literal downfall. I, however, will swear to my dying day of being pushed. My family was well-known and well-loved in the sky, but we always had our enemies. My clumsiness only came in helpful when it came to getting rid of me.

That, of course, all changed when I landed on Earth. I don't mean I stopped being clumsy. The clumsy that I was was incurable. I simply mean that everything I had before I fell was gone--all the memories. All the memories, that is, but the one of my actual fall.