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

Regan curled back into a ball and rocked back and forth on the couch, fighting the urge to bite her fingernails.


"What do I do then? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" She screamed, her hands raising up to her head and scratching wildly again, "I know what I did wrong, but what am I going to do to fix it?"


Regan let out a laugh again, 'know what I did wrong? What do I know? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M LIKE THIS and yet I'm trying to fix myself. Maybe that's what's pathetic about me. Maybe that's what he meant when he said those words… the fact that I'm so lost that I can't even figure out if I have an issue or not.' Regan wiped her tears with her hands, a futile effort since the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. 'But then why didn't he try to help me? Why did he only push me down further? Am I not ruined enough? How much more of a mess do I need to become to be helped?'


What Do I Do?