I recently arrived in New York, the problem is I have no clue where to go now. I can barely remember what my apartment looked like. I'm going to walk around and see if anything here jogs my memory. Y'know, this is daunting on me. I'm quite, erm, nervous?? I think that's the right word. This, them, everything, it's borderline terrifying.
I read somewhere about Dissociative amnesia. Dissociative amnesia is a disorder characterized by retrospectively reported memory gaps. These gaps involve an inability to recall personal information, usually of a traumatic or stressful nature. To put it simply, it's a way of coping. The brain forces amnesia as a defensive measurement against trauma. I believe that's why I'm unable to remember things about people, yet I can remember impersonal facts.
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I'm really sorry it's short again, I'm trying to make it as good as I possibly can. Fillers are boring and nobody wants them, but they have to be here for plot purposes.
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Something Real In Hell
Science FictionTime marches on relentlessly and waits for no one, but does time ever get tired? A 13yro girl ends up being trapped in "limbo, time stopped." Spending all this time alone who or what will keep her going? The cover is mine, btw. ❤️
