Chapter 1

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"Goodmorning, darling!" A strange voice spoke, "we've missed you so much..."
The strange voice sniffled.

"You've been in a coma for five years,"
The voice said.

You've what?! You didnt understand.
Who are you anyway? Who is this voice? What is a voice?
There is so much you dont understand.
It sniffled again. You felt something cold
On your shoulder. This was all so strange to you... everything was black.
Were your eyes closed? You tried to open them. A cold feeling came over your eyes.. but you saw nothing...

"Oh god... Andrew- look at his eyes,"
The voice spoke quietly.

You felt so confused. Who is 'Andrew?'
This you decided to link with the deep voice that spoke next.

"Poor kid," it paused, "I wish it could come back somehow."

What come back? You felt the cold feeling on your shoulder go away.

"The doctor said he has amnesia.. be careful of what you tell (y/n),"
The deep voice spoke.

Amnesia... what was that?
Apparently something that isn't meant for whoever (y/n) is. Wait. Your mind was working! You began to
comprehend  things in your mind.
Whatever the hell comprehend means.
Then it hit you with the force and hurt of a baseball. You are (y/n). How did you know this? You didnt really. You just put things together.

One week later...

By now you had comprehended that the
Strange voice is your mother. And the deep voice is your father. Very complicated, But you understand at least. Amnesia is when you dont remember some things from the past.
And a lot of times, you remember these things later on.

And a lot of times, you remember these things later on

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Some faint images come to mind when you think. This is linked with the word
Forest and trees. Nobody knows you still get images though. But you remember colors and shapes, thus you can put together what certain things are based off of pure description.

 But you remember colors and shapes, thus you can put together what certain things are based off of pure description

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It is all very confusing. But you accept it.
Just like the faint memory of a boy that you remember loving... what is love?
Of course, you cant ask them. Because you cant even talk yet, for hell's sake.
It's all so hard. Your mom and dad have mentioned this thing called 'putting up for adoption.' Which sounds bad.





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I know it's short and bad. But if you see this, and I haven't continued past chapter 2 tomorrow, if you want me to I'll try to. Just let me know.


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