Sokeefe Oneshots

Don't I... Know You?

Hi guys! So I'm going through a hard time right now.

My Grandma died Monday, November 18, 2019 at 3 in the morning of myeloma. She had been staying with us for a few days, and my mom  found her dead on one of the medicine runs.

I still had to go to school. I only cried twice since then.

I realized Sophie is a GMO.

Anyways, on with another shower thought story.

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Sophie heard the door of her cell slam, and flinched. Her blindfold was itchy and the ropes binding her wrists and feet had cut off her circulation long ago.

The slow clicks of advancing footsteps filled the small (as far as Sophie could tell) room.

"Well, well, well. Hello there little moonlark! I hope you've enjoyed our hospitality," a male voice rang through Sophie's sensitive ears. Gethen.

"What do you want from me?" Sophie demanded.

"Oh, nothing much. Just you to get out of our way."

"You'll never stop me!" Sophie tried to hide the quiver in her voice. "I'll just keep coming back!"

Gethen laughed. "Oh, my dear little puppet, you can't come back to what you don't know about!"

Sophie gasped as fingers pressed against her temples.

She lost consciousness.

_T_I_M_E___S_K_I_P_

Nineteen-year-old Ellie Carson sighed as she closed her history book. She didn't need to study with her photographic memory, but she did anyway.

Screw Harvard.

Ellie twisted her fingers into her long blonde hair as she thought about the events of the day. Why do boys keep asking her out? She knew she wasn't pretty.

Gold-flecked brown eyes roamed around the messy room, and Ellie sighed again as she got into bed. She drank a sip from her glass of water. She tapped her finger against it.

Tap. Tap. Tap

"Ohhhh, the boobrie dude gave you some of the awesomesauce!"

Ellie gasped and sat bolt upright. Another flash!

She tentatively tapped again.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"I made her a necklace one time. Did you know that? I made it out of beads to match her favorite bracelet."

Ellie tapped faster.

"I painted a different flower on every one. And do you know how many times she wore it?"

A flash of a blonde boy holding up both his fists with no fingers raised flashed across her vision.

She didn't know his name. But she knew that he must have been from the Past.

The Past that she lost.

And if Ellie recovered enough memories, she might get it back.

She stared at the wall she had covered with sticky notes about the Past and prepared to make another note. She giggled quietly when she realizes it looked like a serial killer's wall.

"Sounds like that person is a genius. Probably shockingly good-looking, too." The image of a cute smirk appeared. She and Blondie were standing in a room completely covered in sticky notes.