Everything was changing.
Or rather, fading.
The two she knew had once been her parents were nothing but ghosts around her. The house became less, smaller, rooms disappearing until she was trapped in her own, with no way out. Even then, everything was out of focus, blurred and indistinct.
Colours were muted, turning to grey and black and white and nothing.
And she could no longer remember anything other than the four walls and the scratches in them.
She was even forgetting herself.
When she looked down at her arms, it was to see the floor beneath them. She couldn't remember what her face looked like.
She couldn't remember her name.
Help me. It was a thought- she couldn't remember the last time she had spoken. Help me help me help me.
But there was no one else there, and she didn't know how to wake up.
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The Nemesis Syndrome
Ciencia FicciónIt was an unspoken law since as long as anyone could remember- never show the names to a soul. Because they were your greatest hope and your deepest weakness. The one who would steal your heart, and the one that would stop it. Only problem is, there...
