March 13'th..
Mar-
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Marty thier-
March 13th, 2033..
My name is Sebastien "Blame" Hernandez, I am 22 I do drugs, have sex and call people bitches-
No-
I call-
Fuck!!
FORGET IT!!
I slammed my book down on my bed and walked downstairs
"Morning Seb!"
"Morning- you-"
"Blame.. you know my name is, Sam!!"
"Right! Sam!!"
I went over to the couch and turned on the tv, I wasn't much hope for-
I wa. GODDAMN IT!'
I wasn't very-
Shit
I was..
Forget this part-
I'm not a hero but I'm not a villain, I just chill on the couch, watching TV.. an-
"BLAME YOU HAVE THAT DAY WITH DUKE REMEMBER??"
"YEAH! HOW COULD I FORGET?!" I had, I had forgotten, my memory has been shit recently and I have no but a rats ass why..
I can't be ha- hold on-
Yeah I'm too young for dyslemtaia..
Or Timmy Turners or whatever it's called..
I don't think it ca..
What was I doing again-?
YOU ARE READING
Forgotten Memories
Science FictionTHIS IS ANGST!! ITS SUPPOSED TO BE SAD CRY TO THIS I DARE YOU BI- But yeah this is sad
