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Chapter One, Part One

The memories like this usually didn't come back easily. They had to be triggered. I savored them when they came back to me. I held onto the memories like a child holds onto their favourite toy. I hoped I wouldn't lose them, leaving me in the darkness once again. But I always did.

Those times were better. I didn't understand anything that was happening around me. I was just an innocent 5 year old then.

Right now good memories were being triggered.

I remember my friends screaming my name and laughing as they chased me around the yard. I remember the sweet taste of the candy. I remember my parents.

My parents.

The picture gets darker, the good memories faded into the dark ones, the ones that didn't need to be triggered.

The car, the screams, the blood. I remember running as fast as I possibly could to get away from them.

"Elliot!" I snap out of it. Hunter is yelling at me. He's perched on the roof next to me with a gun in his hand. It's aimed towards the ground. I hear people shouting, then a bullet leave a gun.

Crap.

"Go! I'll be right behind you." He said.

None of this was processing. Not at first. Then I realized. If I stood there, more people would die. Including me. I frantically climbed down from the roof. I lost my footing and fell.

The fall hurt, but it was only a couple of feet. I stood up and sprinted towards an ally.

The route was familiar to me. I cut through the space between buildings that all looked the same. The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I ran. When I finally felt safe I slowed down. I leaned against the wall of a vandalized building, panting. Why me? 

A/N 

Sorry it's short. This started because I was bored but I'm developing it. If any of you want to help me with a title please do-

Okay bye peeps happy spooky day!