I probably won't publish this one but instead write in my free time. Who knows, maybe I'll give you guys glimpses if you ask me nicely. ;P

***

You have my journal?

She texted me. I was shaking. I was terrified. Confused, distraught, and terrified.

Yes

I responded. I clutched the thick book in my left arm, afraid that if I let go of it I would lose her forever.

I'm ready.

But I'm not, is what I wanted to say. I knew she wanted this. A chance to save her memory from losing everything in the future. That chance also had a downside as well. It would save her memory but in one of two ways. One keep her memories and save them as well as let new ones in and two, lose everything she knows and have to start again.

Bea?

Crap. I didn't respond.

Ya?

I'm scared.

Don't be. I'll be over in a bit.

I was feeling sick now. I didn't want to lose Chelsea. I took a deep breath, grabbed my car keys, and drive off to take her to the hospital.

***

"Hey, Chelsea! How you feeling!" I said cheerfully.

I gave me a confused look and my smile wavered. She's probably joking around, I reassured myself.

"Wh-who's Chelsea?"

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Boom. I really like how it's going currently, oh and here's the bio if wanted to see it:

"Chelsea Abvish, age 20, has had a memory problem since she could walk. Her parents deny it but it's written in medical records, health hazards, and even field trip forms. Right there, written in pen. Chelsea had a small group of friends that kept her memory flowing but over time they slowly split up. All but Bea. Chelsea has known Bea since kindergarten making her an easy choice to keep her memories. When Chelsea goes into a surgery with several warnings that she could lose her memory forever she risks it and hopes that Bea will help her through."