Hush, Hush
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Upon reaching the window I see some guy I don's recognize with a handful of rocks. I open the window to yell at him and narrowly miss being hit with another rock
As I dodge the rock I fall back to the floor hitting my head. I become momentarily lost in a deja vu like reverieSomething big is about to happen. I can feel it beginning, like a match being lit.
I don't know where I am anymore. My Conscious is slowly fading, or perhaps turning into something new, something that has just awaken, and I can't decide whether its darkness or light.
I cant seem to grasp reality. This has only happened once before. And the aftermath was very unpleasant.
In the back of my head, I know that everything can be destroyed. One wrong thought from me, a wrong move, and destruction can seep through my fingertips uncontrollably . Still, I breathe in trying to calm the monster, to will her away. I'm not ready to die for the world yet. I'm just too busy pretending to be normal. I can't let them catch me again.
I think back to the time when the monster was almost completly tamed. What a time that was, when I could last a day with out having a black out.
"I can do this" I say. All I have to do is take her back. Remind her of a time When I wasn't being threatened. Remind her there's no need to be defensive of the human that is me. Even if its a lie. Their footsteps are getting closer, and if she panics inside me I'm not sure I can stop her.
All of a sudden, my mind snaps back to normalish again. I stand up to find the stranger in my room. I couldnt see his face, but he was to muscular to be a girl.
The Stranger reminds me of a shadow hiding out in the dark.
He walked closer to me. He was almost a foot from me now. He had midnight black eyes and hair.
My heart started to race again,this time with fear. If I didn't know any better I would have thought I was invisible the way he seemed to look through me instead of at me, but maybe he was figuring how he would destroy me. Maybe my time was finally up.
The stranger approaches me slowly and when he reaches me, he touches my face lightly. "W-who are you?" I ask, terrified. He takes his hand back all of a sudden. "Y-you... you must remember me." he says. I touch my forehead, noticing that it is beaded with sweat. The young man's eyes, I realize, are not red. They are a light green, with a ring of yellow in them. His hair is not black, either, but a dark brown.
"Remember You, I ask"? "But I've never known you I say". I see the sadness in his eyes and it seeps through to my heart. Suddenly I want to apologize to this beautiful boy, but that would be crazy, and there's enough crazy inside me.
"my names Evan." he has this look in his eyes that reminds me of when I have to tell my grandma my name is Abigail. " i... do i know you?" some thing about him is familiar. i search his face, his eyes. i know those eyes. thelook on his face is one of complete despair.
"Why... If I know you, why don't I remember you?" I ask the gorgeous boy, stepping closer. He looks away. "Abigail..." he says, stepping back. My eyes widen. "How do you know my name?" I ask him. Then I remember: we have some kind of connection. We can't be related, though, can we?
He brushes the back of his hand slightly against my cheek, and suddenly I know he's done this a thousand times before. "Evan", I say aloud hoping this could slightly jog my memory. He smiles at the sound of his name in my mouth, but I remember nothing. This boy is no stranger to me. Why can't I remember you, It comes out in a whisper, though I'd only meant to say it in my head
A stranger to me, but not to my heart. My body surges with energy and I know that this boy and I; we were close. A tear rolls down his cheek. "Abigail...If you don't remember me...I..I need to go." he says, climbing out of my open window. "Wait...Evan..." I say, the words familiar in my mouth.
The pain in his eyes is clear as he looks back at me. I blink and he's gone. It all seems like a dream but I know it's not. I feel a chasm in my heart open up and swallow me whole. I know him I, I know him. I think these thoughts over and over until I get dizzy. Despite my effort I don't remember him. He's like a word at the tip of my tongue. I just can't seem to remember.
"Evan," I whisper.
"Evan," I whisper.
I stumble back a few steps, my eyes locked on the window. My legs feel like jelly as I stare out into the window where he disappeared. An ache spreads through my heart as I desperately try to remember where I know him from.
"Does it even still matter"? I hear her voice in my head like an echo. I can't ignore her. The un-human part of me, she always has an opinion. "If he was ever anyone of importance to you, wouldn't you have purposely let him go"? Logically, I reply. If he was ever anyone I would have freed him of the havoc I am. She chuckles. "Yes dear, love is such a silly game". "You would never have won that boys heart and kept him whole".
I shake my head and ignore the imaginary voice. My memory... it's always been bad... but I have a feeling that my memory was taken away for a reason... by someone I had known...
Natalie wrote: "I shake my head and ignore the imaginary voice. My memory... it's always been bad... but I have a feeling that my memory was taken away for a reason... by someone I had known..."(It was Will Smith from MIB) xD jk
Javita wrote: "Natalie wrote: "I shake my head and ignore the imaginary voice. My memory... it's always been bad... but I have a feeling that my memory was taken away for a reason... by someone I had known..."(..."
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Natalie wrote: "I shake my head and ignore the imaginary voice. My memory... it's always been bad... but I have a feeling that my memory was taken away for a reason... by someone I had known..."I try to shake off the feelings and climb into bed. Even though, I lay under the covers, my body still has a certain chill to it, that I am sure has to do with Evan.
I try to fall asleep, but with my thoughts, I cannot. Evan has ruined me. If he does not come back, I may...
... my thoughts circle back ... it had to be someone close to me... but why. Why would someone find it so necessary to take my memories and hide them from me, to make sure i couldn't recognize a boy that was, clearly, very important to me. I wonder if maybe... maybe he knows about the unhuman part of me. I shake my head as i slowly walk back to my bed, "stop thinking like that," i tell myself " you would never be as crazy as to telling anyone about that ... part ... of you."
Why would they take my memories from me? That is my last thought before I drift off to sleep, knowing that this is the best thing to do. I awaken in the morning and remember Evan instantly. He haunted my dreams; a result of him lingering in my thoughts for too long.
My body is tense as my thoughts shift back to Evan. My hair is piled on top of my head in a messy bun. The window in the corner of my room is still cracked open, a soft breeze drifting in. "Evan." The word escapes past my lips in a whisper.
I look outside of the window hopefully. I peer around, wondering where Evan is. I look around my room after seeing that he isn't outside. I see a book thrown across the floor, its pages scattered. I pick up a page randomly and see a phone number scrawled on it. "Evan?" I ask to no one in particular. There was no book when I fell asleep. He must've snuck into my room in the middle of the night.
I scan through the rest of the pages in the book to see if there is anything else or even a clue as to who Evan is to me...
But there isn't. It's a dark hole. When I turn the book around to see the cover all I see is one word. I've never seen this book before, but the word is like a slap in the face. Remember. I want to know who this boy is-Evan. But I can't.The monster tugs at me willing me to let her take control. I shove her back and will her to remember who evan is.
Looking back at my room I see the few rocks scattered on the floor. I pick them up, knowing if my Mom finds them trouble will arise. I quickly grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a top before heading out for a shower. A shower that can clear Evan from my memory once again, hopefully.
Once I get out of the shower, I lay the rocks out on the floor. There are strange numbers written on them. One is numbered 10-9-02. Many are numbered closely to that one, but a few are off by a couple of numbers.
At the sound of a deep voice I jump to my feet. When I turn my nody around there's Evan. " W-when-?" I broke off. The monster svteamed and Evan just stared at me.
"Read the rocks then find me."
I look at him in disbelief. "Who are you?" I ask. "I'm Evan." he says, smirking and turning to leave the bathroom.
I reach out and catch his arm, halting his departure. "Evan, please." I beg. "I want to remember. Please, help me remember." Tears begin to blur my vision as I look up at this beautiful boy who stands before me. My hand still rests on his muscular arm and I plead to him with my eyes to help me remember.
He smiles. "What is the point." he asks, but it comes out sounding like a statement. The smile was not happy, it was sad.
"Evan..." I give his arm a small squeeze. "Don't you want me to remember?" I ask, hoping to get some sort of answer.
He nods, looking at his feet. "Someone...someone you know... took your memory so you would fall in love with him." Evan says.
"Who would do something like that?" I ask, taking my hand off his arm and running it through my hair.
He looked at me, through me, I felt naked under his eyes, I felt like ...me, not the person I force myself to be.
I stared up at him, trying to hide my overwhelming sense of fear. I tried to make sense of all that was happening.
His lips quirk up in a sort of breath taking way.
"Someone who saw how amazing you are." His answer is simple and yet oh so complicated.
His moment of light heartedness quickly fades and pain quickly clouds his eyes and facial features. I feel a pang in my heart. What is it? Disappointment? Shame? I guess I just wanted to see more of his smile. I look down at the ground frustrated at the fact that I still don't remember him.
"Someone who saw how amazing you are." His answer is simple and yet oh so complicated.
His moment of light heartedness quickly fades and pain quickly clouds his eyes and facial features. I feel a pang in my heart. What is it? Disappointment? Shame? I guess I just wanted to see more of his smile. I look down at the ground frustrated at the fact that I still don't remember him.
"I..I should go now." he says, turning and leaving before I can object. He has left me a wreck, yet again.
"Ugh!" I scream out in frustration. My confusion gives way to anger. She likes this. I take a few deep breaths and shove her back. "I don't understand. If he wanted me to remember before, why doesn't he want me to now?" I ponder out loud, pacing the floor.
It is all so confuzing... why would he want to drive me insane? Maybe he's just upset? I don't know....
If he would just tell me how I've forgotten him, who has made me forget him. It sounds as if we were more than friends. Perhaps I know him from a past life?
I'm so confused right now. Why does he not love me like i love Ed Sheeran?
Why is he being so confusing? Can no one in this world give me a straight answer. Even I can't give myself a straight honest answer. She purs happily inside me. She remembers Evan. If I was selfish I would let her take over to remember. But that wasn't right. And all I wanted was for this world to be right. For everything to make sense.
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I wake up to the sound of rocks hitting my window. I push back my comforter and get up to see what's going on...