.........Amnesia..............The memories of the past being to fade away. As I stumble around this miserable castle. My mind once full of memories and thought is now going blank. But I mustn't forget something's right?....... I have to remember....... The shadow is hunting me......I must hurry now.........My name is....is....my name is...... Daniel....... I live in London at.....at...... Mayfair...... I must stop him!..... I mustn't forget......... My name is......is..... I am Daniel.................I wake up on the cold damp stone floor in a bazaar castle. I don't know why I'm here or how I got here; But I do know I'm Daniel, I come from London I live at Mayfair, a shadow is chasing me, and I must stop someone. I adventure deep into this castle to be able to remember the past and fine alexander and kill him. I find notes, letters, and my journal entries all a lie around this atrocious castle. I hear haunting voices from the past as I step in these rooms..... The deeper I head the more horrible it gets.....every t.........Amnesia..............3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The button refuses to align with it's partner, the zipper slides down back to the bottom, destroying all the effort I had made in the ten minutes I resided in this tiny change room. It wouldn't fit, it was useless to try, it just wouldn't.
" Hey, Are you done?"
Katie bangs at the door, at that moment, I'm completely dumbfounded. My knees were shaking from not eating all day, my blood sugar levels were probably very low. I grab the size zero jeans and step out.
" Yeah, Let's pay."
She nods and pulls me to a massive line leading up to the check out counter, as my eyes scan the people standing in front of us, I process what I was about to do. Lie number 15, and I only started hanging out with Katie and her group of friends two weeks ago. Why did I do this to myself? I was already holding a extra small sized corset, size zero jeans and a pair of ridiculously high stilettos that were a extravagant indigo. I focus my attention on the busty, dark skinned, girl sta
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I yelp, cringing at the beeping from the other end of the line. Checking my pockets, I realize that was my last quarter. . My girlfriend hung up on me, much like my sister, and my mom did minutes before...What good is another call going to do me anyway? Giving a deep sigh, I smash the phone into the wall, letting it dangle by its cord. As the door of the booth shut behind me, I began to wonder what to do with myself. Dragging myself down the crowded streets of New York, my eyes darted from person to person, secretly hoping there was someone out there more pathetic than I was. A child stood in my direction, glancing at me curiously.
" Matthew! Stay away from the filthy man!"
I heard the hissing of a voice nearby, only to see the child pulled away by who seemed to be his mother. As I pass the two, I give another light laugh, nodding in agreement. I couldn't argue with the way she described me, I was probably