All of the memories come flooding back into me. The memories of torture... all the pain that I had gone through- mentally, physically, and emotionally- pops back up into what was my empty head. Like a beautiful balloon that soars towards the sky, my memories had been taken from me. But that balloon has caught an evergreen tree, and POP! They come rocketing down to the Earth, and not gracefully, if I do say so myself.
"Faster!", the Torturer commands me for the ump-teenth time. I can't take this anymore. My bare feet stumble on the treadmill-type machine, covered in sharp metal spikes, that I had been set up on. A sharp searing pain that makes me want to throw up occurs on my stomach and I look down briefly to see a huge gash where the Torturer burned me, already oozing with puss.
Memories of torture play through my mind like a horror movie. Sometimes I get snippets of old memories, good ones, from Before.
But then... there is this girl. A blurry vision of her plays on my mental movie screen, of her candy green-apple eyes, her beautiful smoky red hair, distinct from the blurriness in my mind. She is in a hallway... talking to some people.
"Gosh Focus. What was that 20-seconds-of-courage thing I heard about? We could totally be friends! No, I certainly can't do that. Oh, crap she caught me staring. Might as well go dunk myself in a toilet. Why is she walking towards me?" I think. Her eyes never leave mine as she sashays, rather skillfully if I do say so, over to me and grabs my hand.
"Follow me." she says.
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Where have I experienced this before? It seems so familiar and close, but my shredded brain only lets it be distant. I need to remember the full thing. What had happened next?
The Girl.... her name... what was it? Mar- no. Gabb- nope.. Ashera? No! Cari- no. Cati- hmm... close. The beginnings aren't right.
I need to remember.
She was going to say something to me; she touched my shoulder and opened her mouth! What was it!? That was...the burning sensation...
I rack my scrap mind, almost painfully, searching through endless drawers of random and empty file folders of non-existent and hazed memories. I can feel myself shaking under the importance of needing to find out, but I am still lost in a medicine-induced sleep from that blasted doctor!
Wait.
I collapsed. The trees were blown around and the girl thrown to the side, screaming towards me to get away.
Then I was Taken, and everything from Before was tortured away from me.
All I know is: I need to wake up, get out of here, and find this mystery girl who holds the secrets of who I am.
And I will.
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قصص عامةNot all endings are happy endings. At least, that's what Rean thinks. Her ending is definitely not going to be happy, here. But she doesn't really know what to think anymore. Her name isn't even Rean. And this isn't her home, it's a... 'hospital'. T...
