Same Girl, Different Memories

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hiya guys, this chapter is yet to be proof read and edited but please, read on and enjoy.
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I am on a tree...

Okay so that's not the best start, but that's the only start I have.

I mean it's the only thing I remember actually doing. Sitting on a tree. But I have all these memories in my head. Who are those people I'm close to? Where are those places I remember? How do I suddenly know everything about what's happened here?

I don't even know where here is?!

I must have been sat on that tree for a good few hours sorting through my memories but it did nothing.

It must have been midday by now as the sun is high in the sky. So down I climbed, looking all around me, checking for...something?

Walking a path that I thought I recognised, I heard a twig snap from behind me. I swung my head round towards the sound, nearly giving myself whiplash, to see someone walking towards me.

"HEY...HEY YOU, CAN YOU HELP ME??....HEY!!....hey?"

That's when I saw his skin peeling off of his face like he had some mad skin disease.
At least I think it's a he.

"Oh..." I breathed. Then I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. It was as if my mind had led me to a house I seemed to remember seeing in my memories.

My house.

I ran inside and pushed the few makeshift locks into place, looking through the peephole in the door to make sure nothing had followed me. Nothing. Good.

Sliding down the door until I hit the floor, I put my head in my hands, racking my brain to figure out what the heck is going on.

"So there's dead people...i have to kill them..how though?? Oh I smash their heads in! This was my old house before. Only, modified to keep me alive. Family is dead. How?? Ugh I don't know" I mumbled to myself.

As I went through my thoughts, it was all piecing together. I know I could make it all make sense, it would just take a while.

As if I had amnesia and had to remember my whole life again. Only, all the stuff i am remembering seems like someone else's memories. Except things from climbing down the tree onwards. Like I've taken over someone's life.

I wish this all made sense to me, its giving me a headache. I need to find Rick. He always helps me.

"Wait...whos Rick ?? My best friend Yeah? Since school. Is he even alive?"

I stood up from the door and made my way to my bedroom, like I remember doing thousands of times before...apparently.

As soon as my head hit the pillows, my eyes closed and I passed out for the night. Even if a dead dude stumbled in and ripped my guts out, I don't think I would have even stirred.

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I awoke with a groan and looked around.
Nope, still here.

Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I rubbed at my face and grabbed 'my' brush from the bedside table, brushed my hair, then went to brush my teeth with toothpaste and a bottle of water.

I grabbed my clothes from the end of my bed and started to walk out the door, but something stopped me. I was forgetting something..wasn't I?

"My cloak! Why do I have a cloak."

I turned to my right, lo and behold, a pitch black cloak hung on a coat hook. I grabbed it and swung it on, throwing the hood over my head which pretty much covered my whole face.