I stood bewildered staring at my dad holding an already bloody bat.
"What the hell is this?" He asked raising it up to hit me.
"A bat." I thought nothing of the blood on it as I knew he used it frequently to beat me with.
"I don't want to hear your idiotic back talk!" He shouted smacking me across the face.
"I...I'm sorry." I said shrinking back against the door. My dad whacked me in the leg and I crumpled to the floor.
"Your ugly and disgusting. Get the hell out of my face." I took the opportunity and hobbled up the stairs and into my room and locked the door. Barely making it to my bed, I collapsed. As I faced my window I saw a note looking white compared to my old, dirtied, window sill. I hopped over to my desk and grabbed the Amnesia Notebook and stopped at the window to retrieve the note. Struggling for breath I made my to the bed again. I laid flat out in my stomach opening the new note.
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In the woods.
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Confused, I scribbled the note in the book. Starting to cry I put my hand over my eyes and attempted to calm down. Unable to find the sanctuary that is sleep, I began to mindlessly sketch in the notebook. By the time I was done, I was baffled. I had drawn Amnesia. Perfectly. I mean, I knew I could draw, but I couldn't figure out why I'd so absentmindedly been able to draw Amnesia. I felt more than ever that these notes were connected to Amny. I felt something come over me as I attempted to stand up. The last thing I remembered was blacking out.
YOU ARE READING
The Amnesia Notebook
Bí ẩn / Giật gânAmnesia Kimberly Warrington is a mystery all on her own. But when Whitney Cambridge tries to solve her puzzle by digging around, she may end up a little deeper underground than she thought.
