Elliot

Elliot

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So, remembering it makes me even more desperate to return to Dale Woods- the place I was born, the place where everything happened that changed my life. It was 3 years ago; I had a friend named, Elliot Disclamer: NOT EDITED. i wrote this when I was 15 so please bear that in mind while you proceed.;)
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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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