I stared off into the fading colors of the sunset in the general direction of the rocky cliffs' silhouette. 'So this would be my life', I thought hopelessly, 'and I will never remember what happened.'
Just then, the dark haired boy I had seen on the rocks started walking over to me in his egotistical swagger.
"Your name is Halia," he said matter-of-factly. I gaped at him. There was no way I knew this guy, even before. "And now that you know, let me know when you remember me."
The boy sliped a small bit of paper into my limp hand and walks swiftly away, as though he shouldn't have spoken to me. As though he didn't. And then I thought that maybe it could all be a dream, this and the amnesia. That I would wake up tomorrow and my life would be back to normal (whatever that is). I smiled, and with that thought, I lay safely back on the thin grass and closed my eyes.
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Forget Me Again
Teen FictionA girl wakes up in a plain hospital room with no knowledge of herself. She didn't know what happened or what she did to get there. She didn't know where she came from or who her parents were. She didn't even know her name. All she knew was that she...
