Sudden Awareness

Sudden Awareness

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Arlo Mason. My name was Arlo Mason. It was 1991 when I had just turned 17. Thats when the disaster happened. I went missing four days before it happened. I was once like them. Had my own life. Contained my own feelings. Lived apart of the world like anyone else. I was the youngest of three. My brothers had moved into college so as usual my mom was in tears. I'd do anything to receive her attention. Even my father. I never spoke except for once in my life. Jess. The Only person who's ever heard my voice. I could hear the voices around me,but my words never wanted to leave my lips. Sometimes I heard voices from other people, at least I think they were people.The voices came to me only when I was in the woods really. But I mean, I could hear my own words, which was good. As I did spent a vast majority of my time in the woods, I heard a lot of that was being planned or disgusted among others, but I never saw them once. All of the fears I had in my dreams were coming to life. Now here I am. Suddenly aware of who I am to this world.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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