PROJECT: Absum
Ahhh, yes, abduction.
Not exactly the most fun way to go about it, but that is what happened. You watch your own memories fly by, watching yourself struggle and get your screams muffled as if this memory was not your own.
If your mind had been fuzzy earlier, it definitely wasn't at all anymore.
Your skin felt cold. You could remember it all, going off to meet your friend Etta at the movies, enjoying the movie and laughing about with her.
But that was only the good part of the day.
Of course, walking home, (you hadn't got your drivers license yet, though you'd failed the test a whopping four times already), you'd been pulled aside by a bunch of men, who'd promptly silenced your cries and stuffed you into a van.
Yep. Definitely abduction.
Upon reliving that memory a couple more times, you'd finally woken up, in a cold sweat. Just thinking about the memories seemed to have stressed you out a bit.
You sit up, feeling the loose, casual bun you'd worn your hair in finally fall apart, from being slept on. Part of your hair remained in a messy, but now smaller bunch of hair held by the decorative pink hair tie, while other pieces wafted down, touching your shoulders and lower back after being let free.
You promptly fix it back up, as it felt kind of weird just leaving it kind of in an 'I'm not sure if I'm down or in a bun' look.
Now then, with your hair all prettied up and such, what shall you do now?
Not exactly the most fun way to go about it, but that is what happened. You watch your own memories fly by, watching yourself struggle and get your screams muffled as if this memory was not your own.
If your mind had been fuzzy earlier, it definitely wasn't at all anymore.
Your skin felt cold. You could remember it all, going off to meet your friend Etta at the movies, enjoying the movie and laughing about with her.
But that was only the good part of the day.
Of course, walking home, (you hadn't got your drivers license yet, though you'd failed the test a whopping four times already), you'd been pulled aside by a bunch of men, who'd promptly silenced your cries and stuffed you into a van.
Yep. Definitely abduction.
Upon reliving that memory a couple more times, you'd finally woken up, in a cold sweat. Just thinking about the memories seemed to have stressed you out a bit.
You sit up, feeling the loose, casual bun you'd worn your hair in finally fall apart, from being slept on. Part of your hair remained in a messy, but now smaller bunch of hair held by the decorative pink hair tie, while other pieces wafted down, touching your shoulders and lower back after being let free.
You promptly fix it back up, as it felt kind of weird just leaving it kind of in an 'I'm not sure if I'm down or in a bun' look.
Now then, with your hair all prettied up and such, what shall you do now?