Flashback memory

I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated as I drove home that day. I couldn't imagine what Albert, or me for that fact, would do once we met this scientist. Also, what if it is the guy who gave us the disease? What are we supposed to do; arrest him? And what if it isn't him, just a lonely old man? That would be awkward, asking him all these questions, trying to figure out who he is and if he's the man we were looking for. 

 

Barely focused on the road, and more intent on sorting out my fresh thoughts, I nearly drove up on the curb. "Just push it to the back of your mind." I said out loud. I drove a little faster, so that I could get home and focus on my homework instead of the matter at hand. I had been trying extremely hard not to think about what would happen in Mexico, when out of nowhere it was like Albert's voice called out to me. I could actually hear his voice inside my head. Don't tell me this is another trick from the disease. I tried to focus on his words; it was like he was speaking gibberish. I finally made out the words "What to do?" and "What if she gets hurt?" Was he talking about me? Did he actually care about me? Wow. I had never realized before how much I liked Albert. And I guess he liked me, too. We had been so purposed on figuring out this disease; the emotions came without our acknowledgment. I flashed back to what had just happened. How could I have just heard Albert's thoughts? I guess we could be telepathic. I'll talk to him about that tomorrow

 

Before I knew it, I was home and walking up the front steps. I clambered through the doorway and waved to my mom sitting on the couch. She smiled lovingly as I made my way to the stairs. I got to my room, closed the door behind, and slid down to the floor. Putting my head between my legs, I tried to clear my mind and sort through all these thoughts of mine. Suddenly, I remembered something. I was sitting in that dark room. That crackling voice came from somewhere behind me. It said, "My dear. My dear. You have the disease. The disease! MY disease. Along with the boy. That boy. Remember this.18891. Remember it. It will help you later. 18891." I gasped and threw my head up. "18891!" I screamed out. I knew that number. It was an address. When I had been transported a couple months ago for the first to Ranch Nuevo, I had been so confused. I had looked around frantically, and saw a house. I could see the warmth and kindness practically seeping through the walls. I knew that someone nice, someone that would help me, lived there. Before I had gone two steps toward it, however, I was transported back to my home here in Carson City, Nevada. But I had this feeling that that was the house that we had to go to. Whether it contained what we were looking for, or a clue toward our goal. I just knew that what we needed would be practically waiting there on a silver platter. Albert will be thrilled. 

 

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[bluessadmood]

so this disease kind of shows in her mind by letting her hear her boyfriend voice sounding clear in her ears ,as she was driving she almost hit her car ,so nice the way you let your imagination take ,very nice story with lots of imagination ,and really the flow of events are good and exciting ,you just want to know whats going to happen next,i am really enjoying reading this,lovely work really