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[6] After

Waiting. Patience. That's all she was doing. All she had to do. This darkness was starting to become too overwhelming. Too much for her to handle.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She wanted out of this black hole, this dark abyss, this lonely ditch of nothingness.

All she was doing, was thinking of that flicker of light, the one that she couldn't seem to get back anymore.

And that face.

That face was so familiar. She couldn't place it. All she had to go on was that face, and a distant memory in which she couldn't seem to recollect. But she knew, for sure, that she had seen that face before, had known that person, had lived a life that included whoever that was with it.

She felt so.... well, she wasn't exactly sure how she exactly felt about all of this. Whoever that was, she knew that he would have the answers for her questions. She just didn't know how to escape this prison in which she was being held captive.

That boy had something to do with what ever happened to her, and she was way past the term of 'desperate' to find out exactly what was going on.

But then, she saw something.

It wasn't exactly a flicker of light this time, but it was another... picture. Just like the one of the boy's face which she saw.

And it was on, what looked to be, a television screen. Only the screen was 10 times bigger than a regular TV. This was more like a billboard.

This looked like it was some sort of television episode. A memory playing.

She saw a boy, and a girl, together. They were walking together, talking about something. There was no sound to this, but she saw their lips moving, saw them smiling at each other, she saw how much they enjoyed each others company.

The girl was pretty. Blonde hair, tall and slim, and green eyes. The boy and her sat down at a bench outside someplace that she recognized, but didn't quite know the place of it. The name of it. But she knew she had seen it before.

They sat on the bench, talking to each other. The girl turned away from the boy, looking in the far distance, and she pointed to something. A truck, is what it looked like, but Brooklyn wasn't quite sure. This memory was starting to become fuzzy and hard to see. She couldn't quite decipher everything anymore, things were starting to mold and melt together, and soon, the memory was faded, and it disappeared, leaving her back in the dark altogether.

What the heck was that? She wondered to herself. Who was that girl. she had never seen her before. It was all too weird.

She couldn't piece everything together. She couldn't piece anything at all, together. She couldn't connect the dots.

It was extremely frustrating to her. She wanted to know what that was all about. What was going on, what was happening. Why it was happening.

And then a light bulb sparkled inside of her. She knew the name of the boy. It was on the tip of her tongue.

But just like that, the name was gone from her brain. Vanished.

And she was once again, left in the dark.

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