I had thrown up two times now.
Someone was helping me, but I don't know who. This person, just talked to me, telling me its gonna be ok.
As I tey to calm down, my mind keeps trying to remember what happened. But I can't remember. Its like I have all answers on the tip of my tongue, but I don't know they are there.
Finally, I start getting what Im looking at. There's three people: teo boys and a girl.
The girl is sitting on a chair, sleeping. She is redheaded, and looks about 19. One boy is the one helping me. He is right beside me, and looks exactly like the girl.
And the other boy is sitting, as far away from me as this little orange tent lets him be from me. He is turning his back on me, and all I can see is his black hair.
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The gift of forgetting
Science FictionWe all have a gift, the problem is that some are a curse. Yours was your perdition. And his. Man, he was devastated. And when you woke up, he couldn't eat or sleep. You were dying, and your gift saved your life and killed you at the same time. Im s...
