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

Mrs. Cloud frowned immediately, unhappy with Juan's comment. "Don't call me a barbie doll."

"What? Pretty skin, a pretty looking personality on the outside, and a nice smile and sense of outfit. And white," Juan shrugged, "Sounds like barbie to me."

Mrs. Cloud's head turned to the side slightly. "I haven't seen a black-haired barbie in my time. Only seen blonde ones," Mrs. Cloud muttered. She looked up at Juan's hair, "it looks like you'll be more fit for that than me, blondy."

Juan scoffed playfully. "Sure sure, not unless they have a pair of grey prison uniforms for that barbie, then it could never be me." Juan paused for a moment. "Are we going to sit here and talk about barbie dolls the entire time?"

"Not unless your scaredy-cat self learns how to attack first, otherwise yea, let's keep up the barbie talk. I find it amusing," Mrs. Cloud chuckled. She burst into a fit of hysterical laughter for a moment, bending down as she chuckled.

Barbie