It started out with words echoing in the nothingness, words I should know but can't remember. I can't remember anything, in fact, not a name, a friend, a memory oh so sweet. I can't see, either, my eyes seemingly glued shut. It is hard to focus, with all the words, mumblings, hard to try and remember. It doesn't help that the memories are like fish, slipping from my grasp, leaving me more frustrated and confused than before. But then, I get a bite.
A name
Silene La Moore.
My name? I am not sure, but I will use it as my name until I can prove otherwise.
But where am I? Nothingness is the best answer I can give. Perhaps I have retreated inside myself, and got stuck. And soon I will be free, and then I can talk with a philosipher about it over a cup of coffee. No, not coffee. I hate coffee. It will have to be tea.
Oh my goodness. I hate coffee.
In that moment, revelling over my dislike of coffee, I opened my eyes.
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Officially Ruined
ParanormalI am lost for eternity, and just when I realize why, I am found. But I am not found by myself. Silene La Moore can't remember anything, and the worst part is, she's a phantom, following a boy named Ross Likin. As she learns to communicate, she knows...
