Oblivion

New Beginnings

June 15.
2 years. It's been 2 years and it feels like two days. On this day, my best friend Cassidy was taken from me, from everyone. No one knows where she went. Her investigation is a hushed secret bordering along the lines of something found in Area 51. Because she didn't just slip away like so many poor souls do, no, she disappeared in plain sight. Quite literally. One second she stood before me, flesh and blood, enjoying a park day with about 60 witnesses to testify. The next, it was like something out of a blockbuster. She was standing there and suddenly her surroundings looked strange, like they were being put through a fun house mirror or a distorted picture app. Then suddenly it was like space itself ripped like fabric and swallowed her whole. We didn't even have time to scream. She had been laughing. I had been too. In that moment a part of me was ripped out too. I've learned to live with it, but I'll never get that part of me back, and that's no mystery.

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What, how when, why, who. Question words. They used to be the format in which every sentence I made was. Inquiries. Curiosity.But time has taken those from me; worn them down upon my tongue so much that the empty caverns of thoughts can't be bothered to be filled. Now those words existence in my mind are regarded as facts. I don't know who I am, where I am, how I got here, what's going on, when I got here, or why. I know nothing except that here I am a test, I am a variable. No. 8, Section 3. Project Code name: Oblivion.