My childhood was the only memory I've wanted to fix for so long, but I couldn't.
Now this was the only memory I want to remember. How everything started...
"Hey give that back!" She yelled at me.
"I will but you have to catch me first!" I said as I ran faster.
I was running.
I couldn't help but I feel like wanting to run farther away from home. I knew that I shouldn't be running this fast. I also knew that I shouldn't go anywhere near the forest.
My mom would always tell me, "You can play, but don't go beyond the streets." I only got this freedom whenever my parents are at work.
"Just give it back! W-we should go back home... we can't go any further right?" She tried to grab me, I hesitated. I wanted to stop. I just wanted to run away. And I did.
I ran and ran as fast as my little legs could have taken me. What I didn't see was a small rock, where I ultimately tripped on. I hissed, holding my bleeding knee as she walked up to me in worry.
"A-are you alright? Come on... please, let's just go home..." She begged. My vision was filling with black spots as she tried to help me up. I could feel blood running down my forehead, I started to panic. We trudged back to her house. Her mom was nice enough to bandage me up, while her older sister called my parents.
After that I think I passed out.
I don't remember. Only remembering a few moments like her trying not to cry in front of my mom and dad. She blamed everything on herself, but I was the one that they should have blamed that time.I shut my eyes once more. After a few hours of sleeping I wasn't at her house anymore... I was at the hospital.How did I get there? Now... I barely remember my childhood but that was the only memory that stuck with me.
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Treehouse
Short Story"I won't forget." she used to repeat that in her head a bunch of times. A best friend that disappeared for a long time without her knowing. He couldn't remember most of his past, despite of this he will learn what he can. The secret behind everythin...
