Retrieving My Memory

Retrieving My Memory

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I think I had a wonderful life before my unexpected accident, but somethings keeps bugging me. Everyday, I do a record about my life after the accident. Somewhat like a diary, but its totally different. I write everything that is happening on that day, or did I retrive a memory from my past. I kept having this kind of dream, where there is someone who is always with me, I can only see shadow. It keeps haunting me and makes me wonder more about my past. After weeks and weeks, I continued on having those dreams, But it becomes clear. I can see the person, but can't recognize. I really want to know the other half of me before I am broke. That certain dream makes me want to Retrieve My Memory.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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