Forgotten Magic

Prologue

I don't know what my name is.

Well, I do...barely. But I've gone by many others. Jackie. Summer. Terese. I've gone through several. Now, people may wonder why.

Well that's complicated.

They might ask if it hurts.

I'd answer no.

It doesn't

Why are names important? I've never understood it. Some people say there's a certain attachment to someone's name. That it'll always be yours. I've never understood this.

A name is a title. It simply acts as a label. As long as you have one, you know who you are. And that's why...

I don't want to remember. I don't want the pain. I don't want the hurt. The nightmares. The feelings. I want none of it. The screaming, the tears, the running. Especially the running. I don't want to remember any of it.

The only anchor I own is this journal. I hide everything in the paper. That way I don't have to remember it. Because to me, I'd rather not know who I am than bear the weight of my past.

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Here's a tip for anyone on the run: Don't. Trust. Anyone. No matter what. People just drag you down and when you're on the run, you don't want anything keeping you back.

Most people will just stab you in the back or hurt you. No one wants to help you just because they want to. Everyone wants something from you. Everyone wants something in return.

That's why I have no attachments.

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Thievery.

It's against the law.

You could get sent to prison for it.

Ironically, some people need to do it to survive. Those people steal things like food, clothing, stuff like that.

Stealing isn't easy. Not unless you do it as a result of greed. It's difficult to take things from other people to sustain yourself.

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I don't know anything about myself. Things are easier that way. No one judges you, no one hates you. You're a blank slate people can write whatever they want on. I find this almost relaxing.

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Everyone has a story. A song about them. Something that shapes who they are. Reading mine would be like reading the same word over and over again, with no where to go. It isn't something incredibly special. But...I suppose it is mine.

So here it is.