I don't remember what really happened that day, when you go further into your life you must forget the old memories to make way for a new one. But this wasn't one of those times. I only remember walking, I think if I try hard enough I can... yes, I remember, piece by piece. But these weren't my eyes, I wonder, who's and how. I could see myself, like what i looked like, and the girl behind me. She said something like " Walk, and don't turn around, just walk". I was afraid, so I did just walk. Her voice was both there and just swirling everywhere. Not just in the distance, in my memories, the feeling of Déjà vu, It was just strange. I don't remember why I was out that day, but this woman brought me to a place that felt like home, "wait, please wait" I said as she pulled a knife on me, well much more like a throwing knife. She handed it to me, and it started to just burn, burn with the color of the purest red.
"Whats your name" she asked, i was still afraid with my knife in my hand "Angel" I said.
"I never liked that name" she says, crying, just crying, now that I see her, she hasn't stopped crying since she said to walk. "I'll see you here in a month, learn how to use that knife". Ouch. I'm sorry, I can't remember much more, it has been a month since I've seen that girl, I fell in love with her over and over again through this month, I have nothing more then the same knife, and a lonely heart. But I hear her voice, now. No, wait. Shes screaming, I'm screaming. Ouch, aw. AWW! A-A-A MEMORY. NOT BY MY OWN EYES A MEMORY. Then, where am I.