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

Vixen lifted her head gently and examined her face. She looked thin. She had been throwing up her food again.

"Ah… you stupid," Vixen muttered, as he looked down at her face.

"C-cold… I-I'm cold," Regan stuttered through quivering lips.

"Yeah," Vixen sighed, "I heard you the first time."

Regan gave a brief chuckle. "D-Damien?"

Vixen's eyes rolled into their sockets. "Like he'd be anywhere near this building. Or near you," she mumbled.

"What did you say Dammy?" Regan asked, a smile on her face. "It's been a while since I heard you."

"That's cuz' it isn't him," Vixen snapped, "it's Vixen."

"Ah…" Regan muttered. Her face switched to a frown. "Who are you?"

Vixen's mouth opened but no words came out. "Nevermind. Are you still cold?"

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