talking about yesterday! Yesterday we were at the mall with Mary Anne and Billy!" I said.
             "Come on Beth! Gimme a break! You all ended up in the fountain except me!" I was breathing heavily. It felt like the walls were closing on me. Beth seemed to be thinking hard. "Oh, that day!" she said. "Ho boy, we're gonna have a problem here."
             * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
             "After all ze dramatic tings dat 'appened to 'er, she must 'ave pushed it all away in 'er memory." Said a doctor. He had a weird French accent. "What do you mean?" asked a Lady that seemed in her mid thirties. She brought this Doc with her. "What 'er brain did was push everyting dat 'as to do wiz being 'ere. I mean everyting. Dat's why ze last day she remembers is ze day at ze mall. A day before ze letter came in." said the doctor. "What letter! What things did happen to me! WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN!" I blew out. The Doc gave me a sympathetic look and told the lady: "Zis is ze medication. Give it to 'er twice a day. To jog 'er memory. Any complications, call me." And he left. I looked at the lady hoping for an explanation. She just nodded her head and said: "Take this medication. Starting tomorrow the staff will take turns into refreshing your memory." She gave me the pills and left me with the cold Waffles.
             I was walking in a mansion. It felt like home, although it was cold and unpleasant. I had a gun in my hand. A shadowy figure immerged from the dark. I wanted to shoot it, but its huge form gave out a laughter that sounded more like an ear-piercing scream. I screamed too.
             The nightmare was over. The sunrays were filling my room with hope and, well, sunshine.
             Maybe all this is a bad dream. I will wake up, in my own bedroom and discover all of this was a bad dream.
             Unfortunately, it wasn't. I found myself in the same unknown room I was in the day before. I sighed. How I longed to be in my own bed with my famil...