Jade. Her name. The only thing she can remember. What will happen when a teenage girl suffering from memory loss stumbles across the quaint town of Mystic Falls? While piecing together the fragments of her past, Jade plays a greater role within the...
This time has to be different. I will smile, I will make friends, and I will change. Yesterday, I arrived in Mystic Falls Virginia, thanks to that car I "borrowed" a couple of towns back. Not exactly my proudest moment, but desperate times, right?
This town... it feels different. There's something heavy in the air, like the streets are hiding secrets. I'm going by Jade now. It's the only thing that feels real, the one thread connecting me to whatever life I had before. Sometimes, I catch these flashes—memories, maybe—just out of reach, like shadows on the edge of a dream. But they're gone before I can hold on to them, leaving me with nothing but empty pieces.
I keep thinking about that warehouse where I woke up a few months ago. It's like a scene from a nightmare, one I can't escape no matter how far I run. But here I am, in this strange little town, hoping it has some answers, some missing piece of whatever puzzle my life has become.
I'll keep you updated, Diary. For now, I'll just keep walking these streets, searching for something I can't remember.
Until next time, Jade
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As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the quiet streets of Mystic Falls, Jade emerged from her modest hotel room, the cool breeze ruffling her tousled blonde hair. She made her way to the car she had stolen, its metallic black paint chipped and faded from years of neglect.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Jade rummaged through the glove compartment, her fingers grazing the stack of stolen credit cards nestled within. "Teresa White, Meghan Ryan," she muttered to herself, shuffling through the identities with practiced ease. "Who should I be today?"
Selecting a card at random, Jade tucked it into her pocket and started the engine, the familiar purr of the car comforting in its predictability. With a sense of purpose, she navigated the quiet streets of Mystic Falls, the sense of aimlessness weighing heavy on her shoulders.
As she drove, Jade couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced over her shoulder, but the streets were mostly deserted, the only sound the distant hum of crickets. Pushing aside her unease, she continued on her way, determined to keep a low profile.
Arriving at the town center, Jade parked her car and stepped out onto the bustling streets, her senses on high alert. She wandered aimlessly, her gaze darting from storefront to storefront, searching for something—anything—to distract her from her own thoughts.
It was then that she bumped into her—a woman wearing a sheriff's uniform, her expression both suspicious and polite. Jade's heart raced as she struggled to find the right words, her mind scrambling with the implications of being caught for driving a stolen car with fraudulent credit cards.
"Are you lost, young lady?" the woman asked, her tone laced with concern.
Jade's throat felt dry as she forced herself to meet the woman's gaze. "N-no, just passing through," she stammered, her voice betraying her nerves.
