Erased

By Ainsley Wilson ~ FEATURED WRITER

Trigger Warnings: death, panic

Something about her room wasn’t right. The pillows were the wrong color and her bookshelf was out of order. Her things had been moved around, she noticed when she looked closer. Her headphones were on the wrong side of her bed. She never put her headphones on the left nightstand because she was afraid they would block her alarm clock. Her alarm clock. Her clock was gone? What the hell?

The framed picture on her dresser was different, too. All of her friends were there except her. All of her friends and an extra person. Who was that? Why can’t I remember who that is? The girl was wearing her clothes. The more she looked at it, the more confused she became. Is this some sort of prank?

Something’s not right, she thought, but she couldn’t remember what. She looked around the unfamiliar room. Her head hurt. She tried to remember where she was, but it hurt too much to think.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. They sounded like they were getting closer. She tried to think of who it could be, but she found that she couldn’t even remember her own name.

The room felt too bright, like she was outside. And man, her head was killing her. But why couldn’t she remember anything?

The room felt warped. The air tingled. It looked like sparkles? And her skin felt weird. Too tight.

The door opened and a girl walked in. She seems really familiar. She couldn’t think of her name, though. The girl just had one of those faces, like she had seen her somewhere before.

The girl didn’t seem to see her. And the mirror across the room didn’t seem to see her either. How could that be? Do mirrors get to choose who they reflect? That can’t be right, can it?

What in the world is going on? But the thought disappeared. She tried to look down, but she had no body. It dawned on her that she had no eyes either. But that thought disappeared too. Everything seemed to disappear, actually. Like a thought that creeped on the edge of someone’s consciousness but never quite made it in. She tried to grab on to that thought before it was gone but there was nothing there. In fact, there was nothing at—

Artwork: "Miss Beehivin'" by Isabela Moreno