Forget

If you had the option to forget everything, to just forget all the good and all the bad. Would you do it?
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Logan's POV

Everything was just a blur at that moment. I was being taking away from where I was sitting. I didn't know what was going on around me but with the bag over my head, screaming, and the crackling of fire, I could tell it wasn't good.

I was then dropped, not on my feet but my head. Then, the bag was ripped off my head and the screams had stopped. I was in a room. Why the hell was I in a room. I got up only to be pushed down again. I recognized the towering figure above me. It was him. It was Jared. He looked at me and then spoke "nice to see you again Logan." Was all he said before tying me to what appears to be a bed.

"The feelings not mutual Jared." I said disgusted. I spat in his face. That's all it took I guess. He punched me. Now being a human 19 year old girl I screamed, only to have a hand over my mouth. I would be lying if I said that didn't hurt. I didn't even have enough time to recover from the punch because he was already pulling down both of our pants ready to enter me. I closed my eyes waiting to be basically raped. But, it never came. I opened my eyes only to see him. A figure stood there with Jared's heart in one hand and his limp body in the other. I didn't even notice I was crying, I wasn't crying over Jared's death, or the fact that I was almost just raped. I was crying over the tall boy with green eyes and a mop of curly brown hair.

"Harry?"

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*2 years earlier*

I was sitting on my couch eating a bag of Cheetos when I heard a scream. A scream so loud, so ear piercing it almost made me choke. I was home alone waiting for my mom to come home from getting groceries. The sun was almost set which means she should've been home by now. It was almost feeding time for them so I was getting a bit worried. I ran out side to the noise.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

There, on the cold was the limp body of my lifeless mother. Everything was a blur. I looked from her to the smirking figure standing on front of me. I couldn't run, I was to scared and too shocked that my mother was dead. I could feel the cold tears on my burning face. "Too bad you're too late sweetheart." The deadly figure spoke.

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A/N: hey guys this is my first book and honestly I'm kinda scared so for the people reading this. But please give feed back and vote(:
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