The back roads were empty, except for a little girl clad all in white. She looked to be only three, still stumbling sometimes when she walked. She reeked of innocence! How I loathed her. I pressed forward to meet her but when our eyes met she let out a horrid, blood curdling scream, and disappeared. Only her ribbon, which had gone from pure white to blood red, fluttered effortlessly in the breeze.
"Pity, I thought I knew her." I whispered.
Although the little girl had frightened me, I pressed on until it occurred to me how I knew her. She was me. I tried to focus on the long road ahead of me until I saw a man with a funny hat. He took a step towards me and reached out his hand to snatch me. I was quite relieved to find that he was only ash and promptly blew him away.
"Pity, I thought I knew him." I mumbled.
Finally after great debate, I convinced myself to continue walking down the lane when I reached an intersection. There was a silly little sign which cleverly stated, "Remember only what you need, Forget what you must." It also stated the names of the roads, and I found myself turning off the road named Shattered, which then I found myself strolling down Memory Lane.
Safely on a main road, I let my guard drop quite a bit. Everything was in black and white, as if I had stepped into an old time picture movie.
"Very Curious!" I said aloud. Suddenly the dull was broken with a body of color, a clown. With most this would be a delight, but with me it was a great fright! I stood there frozen to the pavement.
"Whats the matter little grrrrrrl?" He said in a growling way which barred his teeth. The clown's face was horribly disfigured. He gave me an eerie smile that made me want to scream, but when I opened my mouth no noise escaped.
Then the clown began to change, first into the bloodied dressed little girl, then into the ashy old man, and finally into a girl dressed in a school uniform. "Remember only what you need, Forget what you must." The girl said firmly.
"I'm sorry, I forgot." I said in a dreamy daze. The girl wrapped me in a cold loving embrace. I was her, and she was me. I looked her up and down and realized a widening blood stain on her snow white blouse.
With tears in her eyes she shrieked, "HOW COULD YOU FORGET YOUR OWN DEATH!"
I felt a sharp blow to the head and I feel into my eternal abyss.
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Remember Me?
ParanormalA series I am working on, this is about a girl who is abused through out her years and on her fifteenth birthday is confronted by her evil 'twin' yet when she stabs her twin she realizes she is an only child.
