Well, here you have it, my first part of the 100 themes challenge. Enjoy :D
Introduction
The dark form of a girl paces around the bedroom. She is swaddled in darkness, and restless. Who am I? She asks herself. Then, she mentally answers I am called Jackie by my friends, I have a fanfiction account. I… I… I… NO, not that way, I don't want to know who I'm called, or whatever, I want to know who I am. The girl stops her pacing and sits down on her bed. Well, um, I'm five feet and one and a half inches. I have a dog, a hamster, a house, four siblings. The girl sighs and then restates her question to herself. Who am I? I know what I have, how old I am, and my name, but what makes me who I am?
She blinks several times, and then looks at her clock. It says that it's 11:28 pm. The girl had started pacing around her room for more than an hour. Determined to finish what she started, she continues her thoughts. Well, I'm a stubborn girl, I'm shy, I would do anything for my friends, I know that they would do anything for me if I needed help. Gah! Why is it that everyone else seems to know who they are, where they belong, simple stuff like that, but I can't? Exasperated, she flops down, and stares blindly at the ceiling. What makes me who I am? What makes up a soul? Her questions echo throughout her mind, and her eyes close, and her breathing slows, and she falls asleep with them still rippling through her head.
The girl dreams, and is swirled through her sub-conscience. In her dream, she steps into a white room. There are no windows, no chairs, nothing. She experiences the feeling of being lifted up. Finally, the door opens, and a tiger pads into the room to sit next to her. Something is familiar about the tiger, so the girl tentatively says "Stripes, i-is that you?" in response, the tiger looks at her and blinks. It shrinks, and it's turned into her old stuffed tiger that she got when she was two. She stares at it, then with a pop, it disappears.
The next figure to step in is a boy. His short blond hair is slightly spiked. He looks around the age of nine. His grey eyes glare at her, and his mouth twists into a sneer. Then, he turns around and walks right back out the door. The boy was one of the bullies that tormented her during third grade.
After the boy steps out, a small white hamster scurries in. The hamster's name is Snowball, and she was the girl's hamster from third grade to fourth grade. Just looking at the little hamster brings back floods of memories to the girl. The girl gingerly picks up her old pet and strokes her one last time before letting her scurry out the door.
One after the other, things, toys, people, thoughts, would step in. Each would awaken a memory or feeling inside of the girl. Finally, the last one came. Actually, it isn't one, but many people. They are all people she knows from a club she was in about a year ago. They all smile at her, and say "Remember?"
The girl looks at them before saying "You mean experiences? Memories? Yeah, I remember them, but what are they for?"
Her friends reply "The question. Phase One."
After that, the girl is tossed into more dreams. Later, she wakes up, but none are as easy to remember as the first one. The girl opens her eyes and looks at the ceiling she fell asleep staring at. She thinks about her dream, and about what happened before that. So, experiences, memories, and stuff like that make me who I am? Was that really a dream, or was it a message from God or someone? Are memories all that make me who I am? Surely not, because that'd be stupid. I guess I need to spend a part of my time figuring out several questions now. Darn it, I almost wish that I didn't have that dream. The girl sits up and gets out of bed. It seems the best way to answer my questions seem to be to just live my life. She thinks before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.
Yes i know it's short, and possibly could be conisdered boring, but bear with me, there are still 99 more short stories to go!