Finding out who you are can be a scary journey...especially when you have no memory of who you are.
Elijah Morgan wakes up one day with no memory of who she is. The only things she knows about herself is what her coworkers at Hawkins Lab has tol...
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"Bye, Chrissy. Merry Christmas!"
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"Jesus." I whisper to myself as I get in my car.
It is heavily snowing, and it has been since last night. It's beautiful, just insanely inconvenient.
I put the wrapped guitar in the backseat with some struggle.
Having no idea how to wrap a gift, I just put some wrapping paper around it and taped it.
It was a very shoddy wrapping job, but it's the thought that counts I guess.
In a hurry to get warm, I start the car.
The trailer park wasn't too far away from my apartment.
I had some idea where I was going, but I just hope I don't get lost.
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Much to my concern, lost is what I got.
I pull over next to this creep ass house, pulling out my map.
"Oh." I say to myself, feeling stupid. I just turned down the wrong road.
Before I can pull back out onto the road, I stop myself, something feeling wrong.
I look up to the house that I parked in front of, feeling a strong connection to it.
This whole memory fiasco has taught me that I need to trust my instincts more.
I take a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up to the house.
Standing in front of the door, I pull my coat tighter around me before reaching for the door knob.
Locked.
I look around at the windows, seeing that most of them were boarded up.
There was one window on the second floor that wasn't, though.
I inhale deeply before climbing up one of the polls, making it up onto the roof.
"Trust your gut." I say to myself if reassurance, walking along the roof before making my way to the window.
"Please be unlocked. Please be unlocked." I repeat to myself over and over.
"Hell yeah." I say as I open the window.
I go to crawl in through the window, only to lose my footing and fall through.
I groan in pain, "Fuck..."
I get up off of the floor, shivering from the cold.
I look around the room I'm in, it's a bedroom. Knowing that no one lived here because of the condition the room is in, I decide to start snooping around.
