The Memories

The Memories

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I don't understand anything. How did this happen? I had questions that I wanted to be answered. As the nurse walked in I bombarded her with all my questions. "Where am I? What happened to me? Who are you? Why don't I remember who I am? Will my memories come back? Why do I have tubes sticking out of me? How did I get here? How long was I out for?" I tried to say all of them slow, but the questions came out all at once. "I understand that you're confused but just relax a little and then I will answer your questions." She waited for me to settle back a little bit before speaking again. When Hazel wakes up in a hospital bed, she has no clue what is going on. She doesn't remember why she's in the hospital, what happened, or who she is. The only person in the room is her "Aunt Jenny" who she also doesn't remember. When she remembers a really handsome face, she has no clue who he is or who he is to her. Disclaimer I'm not finished and I have no clue how often I will be updating but I will try every Friday
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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