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The Forgotten, Chapter 1: A Dream



"Hey Kevin? Promise me you will remember-"

My eye's opened to the sound of birds chirping and the sunshine directed at my eyes. This dream again. I had this same dream of a amount I can not count, but this "dream" felt like a "memory".

The dream was short and confusing. There was a girl in a bed. She looked sick and ill. There was also a boy. The girl reached for his hand and held it tightly. Then she said the line she says every time.
"Hey Kevin? Promise me you will remember-"
It always ended there, never have I dreamed nothing more or nothing less. It was always that line and same ending. A repeating of words and thoughts. Like a memory that was forgotten.

Now, of course I thought it was a memory at first, and my mind was so attracted to it, I even asked my mom if I had a child hood friend that was a girl. Now if I had a descriptions of her I would've told her, but always in the dream I couldn't see her face, so I gave her all I could. She said I didn't even have a friend when I was little because of my personality..... Now that is depressing. I guess I should have guessed seeing how Arthur is afraid to be even near me.

I had this dream so much that I treated as a crime scene. An investigation. I guessed the little boy was Kevin, it was obvious. And the little girl....... No idea. Also, it looked like they were in a hospital and she was sick. I think I got everything down....except... the words she spoke. It would always stop after she said remember. Remember what? That  was the ultimate question. I don't even know why I think so hard about this dream, I always have, it's just a dream right? I mean, I guess I dream it really often, but so what? It was like watching a horrible movie with a horrible cliff hanger, but you want to know what happens next even thought it's horrible.... Does that make sense?

I'll never figure it out until I dream the rest. I mean like I don't even know who Kevin is? I don't remember watching or reading a book or a movie with the name Kevin or a girl being sick.

Then I noticed I was taking a shower.... Wait wasn't I in bed? Well I guess it's what you call auto pilot. My brain works according to what I do everyday and became a routine.  I think I listened to a story about auto pilot in one of those video's where cry (A youtuber: Cryaotic)reads scary stories.

Anyways, because of this "auto pilot" I won't be late for college. Good thing.