Introduction and Preface

There are always going to be a lot of memories in your life that bother you. And the ones that stick to your mind are always going to haunt you. If you have a horrible memory, you can’t really repress it. No one is smart enough to forget something that happened in their life, when it was just so memorable.  Like a certain name or face of someone or something that went so right. Or something that went so wrong. You can’t just forget about it. It has to stick in your mind your whole life, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to change it.

PREFACE

 

The sun shines through my blinds as I pack my bag, my last bag, and haul it over my shoulder. I trudge down the stairs and look at how empty my house is. The space makes it look like a mansion, a beautiful one that was filled with beautiful things. Except, this place isn’t a mansion. It’s a dirty house. And it isn’t beautiful, or filled with beautiful things. It was a black hole that was filled with horrible things. And it happened on my living room floor.  I can see it happening right in front of me, too.  I remember it like it was yesterday, when it wasn’t. It was years ago. It was a day, a memory, I wish I could repress, but can’t. Just like everything else I tried to forget in my life. The harsh reality is, I’ll always remember it, I’ll always have nightmares about it, and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.

INTRODUCTION

“It was three years ago, actually. And I’d rather not talk to you about it, thanks.” I feel like I’ve been saying that all day long. She started in again, “And why won’t you talk to me about it, Cassie, sweetheart?” I wanted to punch her for trying to get me to say it. She knew what was going on, she just wanted me to break down and tell her. But there’s no way I’m even thinking about doing that. She kept on for hours. I tried to leave, but I got the same argument.

“Look, please don’t call me sweetheart, when my name is Cassie. Call me Cass. And I won’t talk about it, because there’s nothing to say. You know just as much as I do!” I say, annoyed.

“That’s not true,” she lied, “your mind is a book I’m interested in reading, so open up!”

She said that three more times that day, but didn’t get a word out of me. That day was none of my counselor’s business. It was between me and Sam. And nothing in the world would get me to spell out the gory details again. I’ve done it almost every day for three whole years, and people still ask me what he did to make me stand beside him and lie. When I speak the exact same words I have every time, they look at me like they don’t even know me. Well, my name is Cassie Lynn. And it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Author's Note

Honesty.

Reviews

[Sarusai Hiryu]

slightly incoherent, but builds up suspense with a veangeance

[Arianna]

it sounds intresting. and im intrigued. onto the next chapter i think:)

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[Fell]

I like your writing voice. it's very crisp and clear and I get a very good image of how the character's like.

~ Fell