What WICKED Left Me [On Permanent Hold]

Chapter 1: The Day WICKED Came

I can remember most of that day. I play it over and over in my head, wondering what I could've done to stop them.

My mom was setting out dinner. It was 6:30. Dad would be home soon.

When dad came home, he wasn't alone. Guards pushed him through the door, and with large guns, checked the house, only to carry a trembling George from his room as I held to my mothers side in the kitchen.

"We need her as well," one of the guards said to the other, pointing at me.
"Momma. What are they talking about?" I was scared. I didn't want to go with them. I turned to see my mom crouching next to me. She had no identity. Looking back I can never remember her face. It was one thing I never got back. She grabbed my face, kissed my forehead and I'll always remember her telling me, " Don't be afraid sweetheart. They're here to help. WICKED is good, remember?" I guess my mom always was their biggest fan. My dad on the other side disagreed.

He didn't want us to go. The rest is blurry as I was being pushed back and forth between dad and guard. A noise I'd presume to be a gunshot rung through the air. The memory gets especially faded here but I know I heard my brother's sobs and saw the faceless man fallen over on the kitchen tiles as the faceless women mourned her husbands death.

George never seemed to remember it much after WICKED wiped our memories. They took everything and gave us new names. Mine was Brenda and my brothers was George. All they told us about our past was that we were related. We were left with nothing else. Nothing but a blank mind to recall old memories that would never fully restore. Perfect for their experiments.

A/N: Tell me how ya like it!! 🧡 Sorry it's so incredibly short! It's just a memory though so I'm hoping the actual story will turn out longer!!!