Authors notes: Hey guys it's me again just wanted to thank y'all for reading this story once again and to mention my best friend who also writes stories on wattpad. Her name is Secretly-voldemort. And no I'm not just mentioning her because she's my friend i'm only doing this because she's an incredible writer and her story creature is actually the story behind Laura even though she's called Ivy in the story. And I'm in it again but I'm called Rebecca(what's actually my middle name fun fact) I have a million names...
9:57p.m. I was surrounded by my soft duvet while my laptop rested on my lap causing my thighs to overheat.
I had been talking to Laura for about 3 hours now non stop. We talked through each others struggles and we stopped each other whenever we wanted to do 'something stupid'. Currently we were both okay...that translates too we didn't want to kill ourselves in that second.
Laura: What you up too?
Charlie: Just thinking at the moment...about ya know what.
Laura: I don't think that'll exactly help Goose(my nickname).
Charlie: I want to remember Laura I want to remember everything. My memory is so patchy.
Laura: What are you going to do?
Charlie: Think about him think in detail about the memories I have I have to try I have to.
I crawled into the corner of my bed and pulled my legs up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. Cautiously, I began to think the memories I had obtained over the years. I sometimes used this information to obtain new memories even if they were disturbing and cruel.
Water.
What the hell?
Water. Falling on you. Falling on him. Falling on someone else.
This was new.
We're not outside. Where is the water coming from?
Glass. Surrounded by glass.
Cramped. Claustrophobic. Hot water. Hot.
Why is it hot?
Glass. Glass. Him there. Naked. No. No.
Shower. In a shower.
Him. Me. Someone else in the shower.
Hands everywhere. Touching everywhere. Don't like. Is the other person Julie?
Don't like Don't like. Steam engulfing me. Choking. Stop. Water in eyes. No. No. No.
Panting heavily I quickly opened my eyes and stared at my wardrobe for at least ten minutes before messaging Laura.
Charlie: Laura I remembered...
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Barely alive
General FictionSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
