Chapter 4- The Exsisting Subconcious

235 5 3
                                    

An: This chapter is SUPER SHORT I'm sorry! I just needed to get this chapter up. It was haunting me.

ENJOY!!!

Chapter 4- The Existing Subconscious

“Hey, you okay?”

The voice triggered something in Annaliea. Something she had no control over.

In the blank oblivion of Annaliea’s blocked subconscious mind, three thoughts came to her along with those words and that voice.  They shot into her mind like gunfire and were just as uncontrollable.

A junkyard.

A rusty pile of broken pipes.

A scream. Her scream.

“Hey, you okay?”

A sudden burst of pain shot through her head and a blinding light flooded her mind. It was as if her mind was forbidding her to think any longer on the subject. But what exactly was she thinking about?

James. His name was James.

Another burst of pain. Another flash of light. Another lost memory.

“Annaliea?” the voice was soft and muffled, coming from far away. Coming from the real world away from Annaliea’s thoughts. “Can you hear me?”

Nodding her head faintly, Annaliea was slowly brought out of her mind and into reality. Reality being the place where she wasn’t allowed to remember. Her subconscious locked those three thoughts, those words, and the name of the voice far away in her mind. Far away from the reality where all she had was a headache, and the boy kneeling next to her didn’t hold the voice that would haunt her subconscious mind into nothingness.

The junkyard. . .

The rusty pile of broken pipes. . .

The scream. . .

The voice and its owner. . .

All of those minuscule crucial details floated down into her, supposedly, nonexistent subconscious where they would stay hidden from her conscious mind for as long as the barrier would hold.

She had the capacity to remember. Deep inside, Annaliea knew it.

But as Annaliea was tumbling out of her headache induced stupor, all she could remember was fainting.

“I’m really tired. . .” she slurred and before James or Krissi could stop her, Annaliea was on the floor again, fast asleep.

The ExtractorWhere stories live. Discover now