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-Story Title Missing-Chapter17Chapter 17
Days may of past or even weeks. As soon as my head hit the floor to sleep once again, it was like my memory had been wiped. Only slight traces of things I had done were left after each sleep.
One by one, my memories of everything Elenore, Grandma Lu, the place I called home, even the fire that changed my life faded into the void of blackness.
Aurora, wake up! a voice said. I groaned, not that voice again. It came by every day or two (well what I call a day anyway) telling me to get up, and then when I did, it went. Stupid voices.
Please wake up; I know you can hear me! It pleaded. Th
-Story Title Missing-Chapter16Chapter 16
I woke up, head throbbing. What had happened?
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I shut them tight. All I saw was a blinding white light.
Questions whirled through my mind. Where am I? Why is this happening? Why cant I remember anything?
My head felt woozy, and must have been spinning.
This time, when I opened my eyes, I shielded them with my hands. White, blinding white, walls surrounded me. I went to stand up, but fell down.
Pain and confusion swept over me, along with more questions.
Why couldnt I stand up? Had I been drugged? Did Elenore know about me; about this?
Elenore was something wrong with Elenore
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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