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 blinked, the question not really passing through his head yet. A few seconds passed and he nodded.

"Ok," Vixen nodded, "I'll hold your hand until you fall asleep."

"Yay!" Regan chuckled. She stood still for a moment, waiting to feel his hand in hers. A second later, warmth touched her fingertips, and slowly flipped her hand over, its arm long fingers slipping in-between hers. She shivered again, the wave of heat washing over her.

It was the perfect mix of warmth and cold.

She relaxed and felt her body melt into her covers, it felt nice to hold whoever's hand she was holding.

"Ah…" Regan muttered, realizing her fatal mistake, "before you leave, or before I forget to ask, do you mind me wanting to know what your name is?"

"Yes," Vixen immediately replied. "I do mind."

"Ah…" Regan mumbled, her mood dropping. "You like to keep your privacy, huh."

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