totalnoob

Forgetfulness can be a huge burden. Forgetting your friend's birthday, forgetting your phone, forgetting the day before you drank that bottle and especially forgetting the murderer of your best friend.

Regan, an 18-year-old girl in her final year of high school finally got the chance to reunite with her life-long best friend on a camping trip, and to sum it up, she was ecstatic. Heaven smiled down at her with unearthly warms rays of light, the grass glowed with a healthy vine green color and the sky was a wide expanse of blue. Everything was shrouded in absolute beauty and even the rocky terrain of the entrance to the camping site felt like clouds beneath her feet. It felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

Maybe because it was. It's a shame she was only a few hours away from being dragged back to earth by the sirens of an ambulance and police.

Days later, she walks the halls of her school with no recollection of what happened and no scars except for the chilling moment where the lights are switched off and she runs for her life, chased by a monster she didn't even know. In those moments, she's reminded that her blank memory must be rewritten and soon before her nightmares take over.

Spiderweb

"I need to go since other people are waiting for me, I would like to leave early so I can go to them quickly so I can eat early," Vixen sighed, he looked up to her with hopeful eyes, "that's ok right? I'll be back tomorrow anyways…. I'll spend more time with you then."


Media debated the issue in her head for a second before giving a nod of approval, "I'll hold you to that promise!"


"Of course!" Vixen grinned, reaching over to pat Media on the head for a second before standing up from his seat in the ground, "I'll be going now… bye."


"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow," Media smiled.


"Make sure you eat well! Sorry, I can't be here again," Vixen sighed.


"It's okie, now GO! or else I'll regret telling you to leave," Media chuckled, smoothly brushing her fingers along her hair, in the same spot Vixen touched.


"Got it." Vixen grabbed the handle of his cart and trudged towards the door, trying his best to keep him steps light.


Lemons