Explain yourself

“You don’t understand. I don’t remember my past.” You take another step forward.

“Freaking junkie,” you hear her mutter as she pulls something from her pocket and aims it at you.

Instinct takes over, you dodge, bend, and when you stand, the pressure behind your ears has become a burning; the faint smell of roses, a flood. The girl freezes. Her heavy breathing makes you look up at her.

She’s standing, eyes wide. Tears are pouring down her cheeks, but her eyes never close. Her mouth is wide open, but no sound comes out.

Something about how she looks stops the heat. As soon as the pressure in your head dissipates, she drops, exhausted, to the floor.

A hand grabs your arm. A boy, all in black.

“C’mon. Now. We don’t have much time. We have to get you to the van before—”

Too late. Your feet trip and you fall into the boy’s arms, unconscious.


Did you find what you needed? Try again. When Miranda wakes up without her memory, she has to make the same decisions you did. Will she choose as wisely as you? Unravel the mystery of Miranda’s past. Start reading False Memory on Figment!

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