I have been weirdly dizzy all day today. It’s been… not so great. I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for long and everything keeps moving despite staying stationary. Writing today is hard.
Current Word Count: 14002
From Chapter 3
“He said they were going to come back and get us again. We wouldn’t remember it and were free to go about our lives, but we were going to be going back there now and then. We’d be returned to our lives again with no memory of what happened and then they would keep doing it, I think. And no contacting the authorities. Something about ending up like that other girl.”
“Yeah, there was that other girl,” Calvin said, nodding. “Um… Liza or something like that. She was in another cell, right?”
“Yeah, I don’t remember much about her,” Jayde said. “She was the good option, right? Disobey and you could get shot or end up like her.”
“This is like something out of a horror movie.”
“So what’s there to worry about?” Morgan finally piped in again. “That explains everything, right? They said we wouldn’t remember, so we don’t remember a thing. And if they’re going to take us again, it’s not like we’re going to even know its happening, so what’s the problem? As long as it’s not in the middle of something important, then we’re fine.”
They muddled over it in quiet contemplation over their food for a few moments, saying nothing to anyone. They glanced at one another, but weren’t sure what to say about it. They were quite literally stuck, not sure what to do. What would they do about people who would kidnap them without them even knowing it? Especially when they didn’t even know how they did it. Heck, they weren’t even certain how they managed it the first time.
Lira felt that strain once again between her shoulders, a little more coming back to her but nothing that concerned anyone else. There was pain there, something breaking out of her back combined with a fluffy black blanket. It didn’t really make any sense to her, so she continued to say nothing, though got the distinct feeling that she made a mistake in there that she was not anxious to repeat should she remember.
Shane pulled out something from his own burger after biting into it and looked at it oddly. He garnered a few odd looks from around the table from the way he regarded it before he finally spoke. “This… is a pickle.”
((Yes, Shane. Yes it is.))
[Header image by Shaz]
Tags: nanowrimo, novel, raven project
