Short Story
                    Why Can’t I Remember Me?
                                                          By Cecelia Cress


  She skipped down the hall quietly, trying her best to be quiet.  Classes were
in session; it had been drilled into her since day one, to be ever so quiet
while in the halls.

  Lockers lined the yellow walls of the school.  Oh, how she missed the
colourful blue walls that are hidden underneath the ugly yellow.  Her feet
passed over the white tiled floor where carpet used to be.  She recalled the
horrid carpet burns it had given her.

  A tune played through her head; she wanted to hum.  Without thinking she
began to quietly hum to herself.  To her surprise no teachers came after her
for it, she continued to hum.  

  Closer and closer the end of the hallway came; uncontrollably her legs
tightened and made her struggle for movement.  Like chains had wrapped
themselves menacingly around her ankles.  A set of stairs appeared before
her; she balanced at the top step of the staircase, not moving forwards, not
descending the stairs; her whole boy being pulled back by some knowing
force.  The air around her tightened, like paws, hands, claws gripping her
throat.

  What was a calm atmosphere around her became a heavy dead silence.  
Each muscle ached in response, every joint tightened as she began to
descend.  She fought through the haze and red mist that clouded her vision.  
As she struggled with each falling step, like a helpless ragdoll, she came
crashing down to her hands and knees as her whole body seemed to weigh a
thousand pounds.  

  She shook uncontrollably; her vision seemed deformed, like the walls and
floor was falling around her.  Her head pounded, screaming rung through her
ears.  Her whole body wanted to lurch forward, but fear ripped through her.  
Terror scorched her throat and tears stung her eyes.  Vision blurred, she
lifted her head just enough to see at the bottom of the stairs was a bloody
pool wrapped around a young girl’s body.

  The girl’s body was limp, lifeless.  Blood poured out from between the girl’s
pale lips.  The girl’s hair was matted, full of blood from an opening on her
head.  Limbs were twisted in unnatural ways.  The girl’s eyes starred up at
her, from where she crouched on the stairs.

  Nothing made sense.  The girl was dead.  There was nothing she could do
about it.  Noises escaped from her throat that she did not hear.  She found
herself becoming numb, her legs unforgiving as she raised her body up and
raced back up the stairs.  She felt weightless now, like her body floated.         

  She ran.  She ran to the other side of the hallway; where she began.  She
started to wail as the tears streamed down her face.  She had seen the thing
that she had never wished to see.  She had seen the thing she hadn’t
realized had happened.  She could feel the floor coming at her, rushing
towards her sight as it collided with her body.  Everything snapping in her
ears as her mouth filled with the crimson, iron tasting, blood.  Her body limp
as she felt the life drain from it.

  That girl was…

  The girl stood up from where she sat on the floor.  Forgetting everything
that had happened she began to skip back down the hallway quietly, trying
her best to be quiet.  Classes were in session; it had been drilled into her
since day one, to be ever so quiet while in the halls.

  Lockers lined the yellow walls of the school.  Oh, how she missed the
colourful blue walls that are hidden underneath the ugly yellow.  Her feet
passed over the white tiled floor where carpet used to be.  She recalled the
horrid carpet burns it had given her.

  A tune played through her head; she wanted to hum.  Without thinking she
began to quietly hum to herself.  To her surprise no teachers came after her
for it, she continued to hum…  
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