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Some people have bad things happen to them and so they suppress their memories so they can't remember what happened to them. They think they've gotten over it so they move on, but in truthfully they haven't they've just forgotten about it. It would be better to go to therapy or something instead of doing that. when you do that you think you've completely forgotten about it when the truth is you haven't. It's always in the back of your mind. Trying to forget it never works. Just ask Ember a 18 year old girl who was in her last year of high school when the past cought up with her. She thought she forgot about it all, but in reality she hadn't. The only thing she had done was make things worse on her self later. Little did she know how bad it was going to get.
chapter 1
I sat up quickly launching my pillow to the other side of my bedroom. I sat there for a moment my heart was racing and I was breathing heavily.
"It was just that stupid dream again" I said to myself
Every night I have the same exact dream. I'm standing in front of a house. It's your basic scary house that's depicted from a child's book. I start walking to the house. I walk the rotting wooden porch and I touch the doorknob and I wake up. I've had this same dream every night for the last three months and every time I have it I notice a new detail. like a piece of trash in the ward a new crack in the wood. or trash missing from the night before. I hate this stupid dream and now if I'm about to fall asleep my bedroom walls start changing to rotting wooden walls like I'm inside the house in my dreams.
After I caught my breath I got up to get a cup of water from the kitchen. I pulled the blankets off and walked to the kitchen. It was dark so it was kind of hard to see but I pretty much knew this apartment like the back off my hand. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and went to set it down on the counter and barley missed. The cup fell on the floor and broke into a million pieces. I sighed and went back to my bedroom to get my shoes avoiding the glass. Once I got in there the door slammed shut behind me. I jumped and fell into the wall. I put my shoes on and crawled to the door. I opened the door slightly and there was a little girl standing there. She looked at me and whispered "Don't let him get me. He'll only hurt me worse for running. Please help me." I stood up and opened the door all the way.
"Who?" I asked
The second she opened her mouth she disappeared. I slammed my door shut like the little panzy I know I am. I flopped on the floor and I sat there breathing heavily.
Was that because of the dream? Was the little girl me just seeing things? Have I gone mad?
Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to tell myself that it was all in my head. After a few minutes I decided I couldn't sleep without some one else in the house with me, and not a creepy little ghost girl. I got up and grabbed clothes for the next day. and got in the car and left. I was driving to Ashtons house. I would feel safe there.
Ashtons not my boyfriend he's just a really good friend that's a year older then me and so he's out of high school. I've known him since I was five. we'll at least according to him. I don't really remember much of my childhood since my dad used to abuse me. That's why I live alone now. I couldn't sand to live with him any more. I ran away a countless amount of times only to be dragged back to the abuse by the police.
