Chapter 1: The Beginning

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"You will remember everything... sooner or later."

*Gasp!*

"Not again..."

Hellen kept on breathing heavily.

She woke up with beads of sweat falling from her forehead.

"What does that dream really mean?"

She woke up with a heavy heart AGAIN.

She's been dreaming the same thing over and over, since she was 10 years old.

She's really troubled about it.

She always wonders, if it's just a dream or a part of her reality.

"I better get ready now..."

She didn't wake up late.

"It doesn't seem I have a choice."

The dream ALWAYS wakes her up terribly early.

She can't go back to sleep afterwards.

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Hellen went downstairs to eat her breakfast as her mother approached her.

"My dear, you're up again so early in the morning."

"Ma, I still have those dreams..."

"What dreams?"

Hellen's mother has a memory-loss tendency, so Hellen doesn't bother to tell her about it all over again.

"Oh never mind that..."

Good thing, Mrs. Gray is very cheerful and a positive-thinker.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?"

Mrs. Gray asked her, eventhough she knew what Hellen will say.

"Pancakes..."

"Coming right up..."

"Ma, I'll just be on the living room. Call me if you're done, or if you ever need some help."

Hellen went to the sofa to lie down for a while.

She's trying to have more sleep.

But, she can't.

After a few minutes, her mother called her to eat breakfast.

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Hellen started to prepare herself and her things for school.

While she was looking into the mirror, she noticed something.

"What is that?"

She looked closely to her eyes' reflection.

"What's wrong, my dear?"

Mrs. Gray asked her with concern.

"It's nothing, Ma. I thought I saw something in my eyes."

"Are you sure that you're okay?"

Mrs. Gray placed her hands on her daughter's cheeks.

"Yes, Ma... Don't worry."

Hellen smiled to her mother, while holding her mother's hands.

"Ma, I must go now. I love you. I'll see you later."

Hellen kissed her mother on the cheeks and left the house.

"Be careful, my dear."

Mrs. Gray waved goodbye to her.

"You will remember someday...."

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