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Remember Me

lala_michelle_c

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Parts 7
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Reads 292
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Parts 7
Time 49m

lala_michelle_c

action government insanity investigation mystery

His name was Jason Williams, and he was my best friend. He died almost exactly one year ago. The strange thing is, not a single soul remembers his existence. Not even his parents. My goal is to prove that he really lived; that I'm not insane or imagining things. 

It started about a week ago when I told my brother how much I missed Jason. He asked me who he was and how I knew him. At first I thought he was kidding, and when I told my parents about it, they had the same response. I went on Facebook and looked up his old profile. 

It did not exist. 

I wondered what was happening, and everyone insisted he never lived; I knew that just wasn't possible. He was real. He HAD to be real. I'm not crazy. I cannot be going crazy. He really existed, and he really was my best friend. All I have to do is prove it.All Rights Reserved

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