A/N:::: hey so this is an original story I'm writing. I have the first draft of the first 50 pages done, but that's about it. I dont know if I will post the rest or not, let me know :)
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Prologue:
Blackness. All I see is blackness. Occasionally I get a flash, almost like a movie being fast forward. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Years? Longer, probably. When will I wake up from this endless night?
Usually when I see a flash, I can pick up on small facts, nothing too important, just stupid things, like how the weather is, how this girl looks, but eventually, I was able to get a name for the girl. Naomi Roland- or something like that. I feel a connection to these people, to these days, but I can’t put my finger on it. Was I there? Do I know them? Why aren’t I there now?
