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

She laid in the tub and slowly ran the sponge over her legs and body. It was a soothing process she had to admit, but it got her so sleepy that all she wanted to do was lay in her bed and drift off to sleep.

'What's the point of today?' Regan pondered. This question began her long questions she only brought to herself in the tub and most of them were left unanswered. Today she felt a certain guilt when she asked the first question, powered by the immense need to stop beating around the bush.

She then sunk underneath the tub to wash off the foam on her body. 'I'm tired.' That was always her second thought while she laid in the tub. Soon the third thought rushed in but she left the need to go off her scheduled morning prep talk. 'What is fusion?' she thought, flinching when she realized what she had thought. Soon thoughts related to them flooded in, setting her in a mood she didn't like.

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