I haven't been shot. I am alive. I hear a body hit the floor. "Cara!" I scream as I open my eyes. Cara is standing right next to me. She is also alive. I see tears steaming down her face. Why is she crying? We are both fine. I look over at Charity. I want to throw up at the sight. The bed she was in is splattered with her blood. Who shot her? I want to rip their throat out. I look over to the door. It is open. There is no one in the hallway. Just a note. Only six words cover the blood stained paper:
"She was not who you thought"
Yeah right! She was six years old! Some stranger just killed her! No more sweet little Charity all because someone thought she was evil. I don't care that they were probably brainwashed. It doesn't matter. Well, maybe it does. I want to murder every single person who even knew this might possibly happen. I knew this place was not safe. I wish the stupid aliens never even came. I don't even realize I am crying until I taste saltwater.
Charity is dead. I will get revenge. Charity will not be forgotten.
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Forgotten
Science FictionThey took over the world. They took over everyone's memories. They couldn't take mine. I live with a lady who thinks she is my mother. They replaced her real memories with fake ones just like everyone else. Well, everyone but me, or so I thought. M...
