Help Me Remember

Prologue

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"Give it back!"

A young girl, seemingly about ten years old, in a bright yellow summer dress which went down to her knees and a straw hat on her head, chases an older boy, her brother, who was almost seventeen.

His name...his name is...

They run down an open field with flowers scattered about. There is a thick forest on one side of the field and knee high grass on the other. The difference between the two shades of green is admirable.

The little girl's fiery red hair spills down her shoulders. Her brother teases her by holding up her sky blue ribbon which had formerly held up her hair in a ponytail.

"Come and get it shrimp!"

"Don't call me that! I'm going to tell mom!"

"Tattletale!"

And so their bickering goes on until a man in his mid forties interrupted them. "Whats going on here?", he laughs and playfully grabs the brother by his shirt, taking the bow from his hand.

"Now now you guys, we are here on a trip and you guys are supposed to enjoy and get along, not fight."

I snicker when I hear him say this thinking, "As if".

The father, as I gather, sighs as he also understands the absurdity of his statement. "Anyways, your mother is calling us, the picnic is ready."

"Yay, food!" the little girl was ecstatic.

They all start heading towards a picnic set up a bit of a distance away which I hadn't noticed before. They sit down. Mother, father, brother and sister. They are a perfect family. Eating, making jokes, laughing. I can't help but give a little snicker at seeing their joy.

I want to tell her it won't last for long and shes gonna end up like me; sad and alone, but I have no idea why. Infact I have no idea who anyone of these people are, let alone why I am so envious of their joy. It isn't like I didnt have my own family.

I do. Their names are... are.

Extreme pain blossoms through my head. It was so much that I fall to my knees clutching my face. All I can do is scream in pain. I want to crawl to the family hoping they could help me but it's like to them I'm not there. As if nothing outside their happy bubble exists.

I fall to my knees, my head hitting the ground. I try to steady my breathing but to no avail. I'm losing grip on my consciousness. The last thing I see is the older bother tying his sisters hair into a neat braid with the sky blue ribbon he had previously stolen.

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I stand up in a colorless void. It isn't exactly colorless, there is a color for sure, I'm just not sure which color it is. I have never seen it before in my life, but it's a beautiful color. It pleases me. It feels soothing, as if it's wiping away all the previous hurt and sorrows. I need more of this color in my life.

A galloping sound interrupts my little train of thought. I look towards its direction. It's a horse, a coal black body and a gorgeous snow white mane rippling behind it like the tiny waves at the beach that tickle your soles if you stand too close to the waves. Its heading right towards me but I don't want to move out of the way. As it comes closer I see little black wisps outlining her body. Yes, her, I'm absolutely sure its a girl, I don't know why, it feels like she told me. That's just silly isn't it? She can't speak. But still.

It's right in front of me now, not hesitating in the least. I look directly in her eyes, they are an unnatural, striking shade of blue. I feel like she's observing me too. Again silly, I know. But me being in this situation doesn't make much sense either. She is dangerously close, but I know she isn't going to collide with me.

She promised.

She goes right through me. She passes through my body as if I was a mere hologram and not a real person. She takes something away from me with her. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it's absence. It's cold and it wraps me in fear. I whip around, in time to see her stop and turn towards me, watching me with those unnerving blue eyes.

Sheia. That's her name.

She turns back and starts to leave.

The color isn't the same anymore. Actuallly it is. But this time it's like I can see it for what it really is. An ugly shade of what is used to be. It starts to hurt my eyes and makes me feel uneasy. Like all that was good in this world has been jerked from underneath my feet.

"No! Don't leave me like they all did!" I'm not sure who I'm refering to.

I stretched my arm out as if I can transport her back to me. I end up cluthing at the empty air. It's then I realise I can't see my arm. For where my arm was supposed to be, stretched out in front of my nose, there is nothing.

I look down and there is none of me left. As if I had just been erased. As if i was just another scribble, another imperfection in an artist's masterpiece at work. Something that will always be resented for leaving an ugly mark behind.

The horse doesn't notice my absence. But who can blame her. Forgotten by the world. That's the definition of my being; invisible and forgotten.

Though, can you forget something you never actually knew?