• Preface
    Though I couldn’t remember who or where I was, I knew it was a bad place. Flying car parts, flashing lights, and a girl sleeping right in the middle of the road, or that’s what my oxygen-deprived mind wanted me to believe. But my insane rationalization was half right. She was sleeping, but she never woke up. And it’s All. My. Fault.
    Chapter 1: Memories
    Memories were what everyone cherished. Walking down the hall of the school, you could always here “Remember when Jack did that!” or “I can’t believe she ran into the wall!” Memories can be anything from a good laugh to blackmail depending how much you got on tape. Lucky for me, I’m special. I don’t have any memories. Just dreams
    I daydream during school. School isn’t exactly my biggest concern because there’s nobody to jump up and down when I get a good grade or lay on the couch crying or banging their head against a wall when I get a bad one. I live alone in a run-down old house. Apparently it will help me regain my memories to live there, but it doesn’t because I have no memories to regain.
    It’s weird. You’d think I’d daydream about boys or the newest cell-phone, but I have the same dream. Outside, the world is peaceful. Although while in the car the trees are flying past, it gives of some peacefulness and calms me down, ultimately shocking and scaring me when I get to the end. A girl is sitting in a car with a young, happy-looking woman in the driver’s seat with honey-blonde hair, who I always assumed was her mother and a tall, brown haired guy with baby blue eyes that have a speck of black in them not much older than I am sitting next to me. He always writes in the same red notebook. Now, sometimes the teachers actually care if I’m paying attention and interrupt my nightmare, but as soon as I’m back in wonderland, it’s the same thing over and over. I never get to find out what he’s writing down, but it looks complicated. I see from where the girl is sitting a bunch of pictures and numbers and other things I, or she for that matter, couldn’t even begin to understand. He seems calm and happy on the outside but inside I sense he’s scared. Don’t ask me how I know that, I just sense it. He always looks like he’s talking to the girl, but all I can make out is, “I’ll leave this somewhere you’ll never want to look,” while shaking the red notebook, then laughs at her obvious annoyance to read whatever it is he always writes.
    Then, the nightmare begins. There is always a moment or two of peace and serenity, and just like that, the whole scene changes. Flying car parts, flashing lights, and the woman with honey-blonde hair lying face down on the hard concrete. The girl is bleeding, but conscious, and the brother is gone. I almost always cry because they don’t even try and save the mom. They know she is dead, so they don’t even bother with the paddles or CPR. The girl tries to get up and limp toward her mom but at the moment that someone cared about the dead woman they stop her. I can’t catch what they say, but what the girl screams always rings clear in my ears. “You have to save her! Let me go! She’s all I have left! Stop carrying me and save her you heartless monsters! That’s my-” They come at her with a needle, and the nightmare ends.