Vague

Disclaimer: I only own Laurel and her family, the rest is owned by S.E. Hinton.
A/N- This is a prologue so it will not be as long as a regular chapter

I wonder if we remember everything. Even the things we are supposed to forget. We are dropped by a distracted parent in our infancy and we are told to not remember this, it never happened, but somewhere deep down we do remember. The images rush back to us in sleep. A flood of voices, pictures, emotions that only last for seconds.
Its always the same basic rule; remember the good things forget the bad ones. Except the human mind doesn't want to cooperate with these rules. It craves the bad memories, the fear, needs them. As has my own mind. Picture after picture has been flashed in front of my face. I've seen countless doctors all poking and prodding me, but in my mind. I refused to be hypnotized again, I told my mother. I woke up from the first one feeling lost and vulnerable like a newborn.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I had never done anything like that in my life. The police say it was slipped to me. How? I kept my own drink the entire night. Am I that foolish? That trusting of people that I would allow someone to turn everything upside down in mere moments? I guess the answer is yes. I still cringe every time I see an ant, no matter what size it is. The feeling of their prickly legs all over me, the pain from the biting. I don't care what anyone has told me, I felt the pain. Maybe it wasn't physical or anything that a scientist can figure out. It may have been on an entirely different level. Who knows? Ever since I was a little girl I followed another basic rule, when you itch scratch.
Scratch I did. All over my face, arms, neck. I completely scratched the skin off in some places and rubbed that raw. I didn''t feel it until later, during that time I was completely numbed. But oh....the burn, fire....pain when I was able to feel what had happened. Sometimes I lie on my bed and wonder what would've happened if that guy hadn't wondered into the hall closet, and what would have happened if he wasn't normal at the time. If we ever go back, I'll have to thank him. If I can find out who it was.
My parents are taking me and my younger brother and moving to Tulsa of all places. They claim its for my own protection. In Tulsa no one knows what happened. No one knows where I was for two months. To be honest, I'm not sure I am either. No...I know where I was, but where was I? Its all so vague. Like a dream you just woke up from. I know my parents had meetings with the doctors, I could always ask them what was said. I must've done something right because I was let out. Things are different now though. My parents speak more softly, my brother is kinder to me, the people in town scoot to the side when I walk by them. Am I the plague? Is what happened to me contagious? The one thing that really scares me is that they'll decide I'm not ok and send me back. If I know one thing, its that I don't want to go back.
Laurel, turn off the light,we're leaving early tomorrow." my mother called
" Yeah, ok"
The lights are off, I'm asleep, welcome back dreams......

This is only a prologue.please r/r/P