Sigh. Your already back. It's only been a few hours. I told you already, this is going to go nowhere. It's just a waste of your time.
This may be a stretch, but for some reason, I think our connections mean something bigger. Maybe there is a point to this.
You've already lead me how to think in colours, I wonder what else can happen.
Think about who you are. Think about your name, age, interests, where you live, your friends, family.
Maybe it'll help me remember. I feel something. Oh. Oh my.
I don't have a name. Or a family. Or friends. Or a home.
Or not that I can remember. Well, that's because I just remembered something.
Someone is doing this to me. That's why I can't remember.
They're trying to remove a part from me. They're succeeding so far. They've removed all of my memories from the past.
From whoever, whatever, whenever I was.
But I managed to remember that. There's still hope, I need to remember before it's too late.
Think about your past. Think about memories. Not from yesterday, but from years ago. Think as far back as you remember.
I got nothing, maybe I'll need to try another day. Or for longer or think harder.
Come on. Come on. I think I'm thinking something. It's coming. Oh no no no what was it.
You know that feeling when your about to say something, then immediately forget what you were about to say. Then it bugs you for a while but you can't remember. That's what I'm feeling.
I'm so close.
Come on.Oh no no no. The connection is fading fast. I think whoever is doing this is messing with it.
I'll connect again as soon as possib/////////////////////////////////¶∆
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General FictionThis is the before. Before Astro. Before Ellen. The prologue. But for now: Who am I? Where am I? How am I connecting to you? I'm .. nowhere. Just think, think, think.