|Murder On The Fools
Author: Duyon Production PM
Natalie Simone was an average girl with a normal life, at least, as far she can remember. On April 1, 2012 she found out her father was dead. But now she can't remember anything about her father's death or of her past. But that's not all that's weird. One moment she's in an orphanage, the next she's in a truck? What's with all these voices, and things that smell like dirt?Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Friendship - Chapters: 9 - Words: 6,315 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-15-13 - Published: 06-13-12 - id: 3031922
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A/N: Here's chapter 3 everyone! :D
I had never before seen anything so beautiful, so alien. There was a light stretching through all of the prisms and they ended in a mirror. I stared at the mirror and the light went through me. I began to go into hysterical laughter, scaring myself. Suddenly everything went black and I was falling. When I landed I saw a little girl sitting by a fire place alone. She had big eyes and she was crying. She cried out for her mother and father, but no one came to her aid. I wanted to run to the girl and cradle her in my arms, and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't move, so I sat there watching the little girl cry herself to sleep, next to the fireplace, alone.
The next dream was of another girl, or an older version of her, I couldn't tell. She was at a bus stop talking with this boy around her age. They seemed to be talking about a class they took with each other.
The boy seemed to really like the girl, and he dropped a few hints about his feelings, but she never caught on. Right before the bus pulled up, the boy walked away, disappointed. But, of course, the girl didn't notice anything wrong. She climbed on the bus, and yet again, I was falling.
The next memory seemed to be in a church, a choir gathering it seemed. They were singing a song that was very nice and pretty, but the director kept finding fault in one girl in particular. The girl had a thin face, jet black hair, green almond eyes, and pale white skin.
That's when I caught on. These were my memories! These were the things that happened to me! I cried because no one was there for me! I ignored a boy's feelings and made him sad! I was being verbally attacked by my own choir teacher! What kind of memories are these!
I was back in the mirror and the beautiful light suddenly stopped. I looked around for it, crazily searching for the antidote to sadness.
"Please give it back!" I cried out in sobs to no one in particular.
"It's not fair!" I wailed. I sat in the middle of the floor and let the darkness engulf me.
Grace: Thanks for reading! :)
Natalie: WHY! WHY! WHY MUST MY MEMORIES STRAY FROM ME! *sobs grossly in a corner*
Grace: Um... Well, please review!