Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6 - Moody Morning

I'M SO SORRY!!! i'M REALLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SUCH A LONG TIME! I won't even try to make excuses for my lazy ass. I know I'm such a jerk! Please forgive me. I know I might sound stupid as of now, but I really do care for the ones reading for this story. Now if you can find a way to even forgive me, and i'm not trying to be haughty or anything, and if you think the story is fine, is it possible to ask for a few votes or some comments? Who the heck am I kidding? I'm a jerk! The decisions all up to you guys. I hope I can pay back a bit of my debt by making this one a bit longer than the others. I really, REALLY hope you guys like it.

On to the story:

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Santa Claus’s Son is My Master?! WTF!!!

Recap:

Julie and Sammy kept quiet for a while. Sammy is still furious at the situation. Forwon is in a troubled state while the city is in danger of getting flooded like Atlantis. He doesn’t on how to deal both conditions at the same time. And it’s taking out all his energy.

But there is one solution that could lessen his load. But Sammy is not doing it. No, he won’t.

Not if it means losing Forwon, the second time.

My head hurts. The funny thing is, I don’t know why. And… who closed the lights?

Oh yeah, my eyes are closed. I forced my eyelids to open and was surprised at the sheer effort it took. It felt like my eyelids are carrying some sort of barbell over them. When they did open, all I saw were hazy pictures. I made a mental groan. I’m starting to guess this is like in those soap operas I see where the girl is in the hospital or a room(in this case) and she’s heavily injured; like looking like a mummy for instance.

Let’s go over the list:

Arms? I tried moving my arms at the sides.

Check.

Hands? I slowly placed my arms to my torso and gently felt for my hands.

Check.

Fingers? I tried wriggling my fingers.

Check.

My legs? I slowly tried to bend my knees.

Check.

I slowly sat up and checked my other organs. My eyebrows wrinkled. Evidently, I did not suffer a cracked rib or a cut through the skull. I rubbed my forehead as I sighed. I’m really getting melodramatic.

I took a look around and found me at my room. Not the room from my hometown, but from my workplace.

Wherever it is.

Although I’m about to find that out soon if my boss will just have the decency to tell me where it is.  I sighed once again. I really cannot get used to the sudden change of environment. I looked at my body.

And the uniforms that come with the job, too.

“Good morning, Forwon.” A friendly voice said.

I looked up and saw Miriam stepping in. I force myself not to gawk at her… uh… colorful clothes. It’s not like I have anything against her, really, and I’m not much of a fashion critic. But she really does look like a rainbow preppy girl. I don’t think I’ll describe it. There’s too much to take account to.

I forced a smile. “Good morning, Miriam.”

She went to the side of the bed and held her hand at my forehead. “It seems you’re no longer ill.”