Nostalgia [A Journal]
- Thread starter Trahnael
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- Mar 13, 2015
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Week 2:
I finally reached the boy. Up close, but really did like like me, save for the fad that he's older, taller, and masculine. But every time I asked who he was, or who I was, I always ended up being in a whole different scene, if ever I do stay asleep. Most of the time I'd wake up, unable to rest again.
For the scene that I HAVE seen, it was a scene of me looking into a picture frame. My hands that held it were still very small, and the person in the picture was a woman with lack hair and red eyes, just like me. She was beautiful. And I was chanting to myself repeatedly, "I killed her, I killed her, I killed her..."
I finally reached the boy. Up close, but really did like like me, save for the fad that he's older, taller, and masculine. But every time I asked who he was, or who I was, I always ended up being in a whole different scene, if ever I do stay asleep. Most of the time I'd wake up, unable to rest again.
For the scene that I HAVE seen, it was a scene of me looking into a picture frame. My hands that held it were still very small, and the person in the picture was a woman with lack hair and red eyes, just like me. She was beautiful. And I was chanting to myself repeatedly, "I killed her, I killed her, I killed her..."
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Week 3:
The situation's the same as last week. But instead of the picture frame, I've dreamt about chasing a person again. This time, the person was a man already in his thirties. His back faced me the whole time, so I can't recognize anything about him except his blond hair. No matter what I did, I was unable to reach him. And it stresses me out a lot.
The situation's the same as last week. But instead of the picture frame, I've dreamt about chasing a person again. This time, the person was a man already in his thirties. His back faced me the whole time, so I can't recognize anything about him except his blond hair. No matter what I did, I was unable to reach him. And it stresses me out a lot.
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Week 7:
I've dreamt about the blond man again, maybe because Octain reminds me so much about him. In the dream, the man was hugging me and petting my hair. He had green eyes and a really kind look on his face. Is it safe to assume the he's my real father?
I've dreamt about the blond man again, maybe because Octain reminds me so much about him. In the dream, the man was hugging me and petting my hair. He had green eyes and a really kind look on his face. Is it safe to assume the he's my real father?
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Week 8:
I saw myself driving a motorcycle, which is weird because I'm pretty sure I was still a small girl during this time. The wind was on my face, and a cast nothingness, just dust and rubble, was ahead if me. Behind me though another motorcycle was following. The guy that looks like me was shouting, "Stop the bike, Addy!"
I looked at him only to see just how angry he was. But I only laughed and continued driving. "Make me!" I said. "You can manipulate vehicles, right, Alaude?"
His name is Alaude. I'm sure of that at least.
I saw myself driving a motorcycle, which is weird because I'm pretty sure I was still a small girl during this time. The wind was on my face, and a cast nothingness, just dust and rubble, was ahead if me. Behind me though another motorcycle was following. The guy that looks like me was shouting, "Stop the bike, Addy!"
I looked at him only to see just how angry he was. But I only laughed and continued driving. "Make me!" I said. "You can manipulate vehicles, right, Alaude?"
His name is Alaude. I'm sure of that at least.
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Week 9:
I remember it. The night of the accident. I was sitting in an SUV between Alaude and my father. I think we were escaping from something that night. Both guys were tensed, as was I. My heart was racing, I could remember. And then, explosions came one after another. Our vehicle shook and rolled down a hill. I was half conscious and hurting all over, but I was conscious hough to hear my father call out to an "Agent Hartley" as he and Alaude crawled out of the car, taking me with them. That was when I saw the burning cars, and smelled fire and blood all over the place.
Father told his agent to take me away and hide me, and never let me get exposed until he says it's safe. Only then can come back to him, he said.
This Agent Hartley was apparently Robert Hartley, my adoptive father. He brought me to the woods and contacted Susan, his wife, to get us. My vision was getting swirly, I was losing so much blood. And then everything went black, sounds stopped, my heart stopped. I remember it now, I died that night. But I woke up again, and found Susan healing my wounds with some lights-- no, it was healing magic, I bet. And then I passed out again. When I woke up, I was already in their house, resting in a bed, unable to remember anything aside from the sight of burning vehicles.
I don't know if I lost my memories because of dying and being revived so suddenly, or if Susan wiped them out on purpose. I don't have them all yet other. But I'll keep trying to remember.
Note to self: Tell this to Dr. Hart later.
I remember it. The night of the accident. I was sitting in an SUV between Alaude and my father. I think we were escaping from something that night. Both guys were tensed, as was I. My heart was racing, I could remember. And then, explosions came one after another. Our vehicle shook and rolled down a hill. I was half conscious and hurting all over, but I was conscious hough to hear my father call out to an "Agent Hartley" as he and Alaude crawled out of the car, taking me with them. That was when I saw the burning cars, and smelled fire and blood all over the place.
Father told his agent to take me away and hide me, and never let me get exposed until he says it's safe. Only then can come back to him, he said.
This Agent Hartley was apparently Robert Hartley, my adoptive father. He brought me to the woods and contacted Susan, his wife, to get us. My vision was getting swirly, I was losing so much blood. And then everything went black, sounds stopped, my heart stopped. I remember it now, I died that night. But I woke up again, and found Susan healing my wounds with some lights-- no, it was healing magic, I bet. And then I passed out again. When I woke up, I was already in their house, resting in a bed, unable to remember anything aside from the sight of burning vehicles.
I don't know if I lost my memories because of dying and being revived so suddenly, or if Susan wiped them out on purpose. I don't have them all yet other. But I'll keep trying to remember.
Note to self: Tell this to Dr. Hart later.
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Week 10:
The whole page only had two huge words written over it in a very messy handwriting. Over those two words were many dark and hard lines caused by anger, sadness, fear, and other negative emotions.
LoCHlaNn wHY
The whole page only had two huge words written over it in a very messy handwriting. Over those two words were many dark and hard lines caused by anger, sadness, fear, and other negative emotions.
LoCHlaNn wHY