It's hard to remember something if it got erased. Trying is much too frustrating. It's like trying to gasp for air as you're drowning in a lake. You try and try until the water flows into your lungs and you fall to the bottom. Even though Vriska Serket tried her hardest, the one thing she could not do was remember what had happened before she was lying on the hard ground of the street. Watching the blood flow from her body, she couldn't even remember her own name or what colour her eyes were or even if she had ever had braces.
"Vriska? Vriska!" She heard his voice first, it seemed so far away, lost in the honking horns and the wailing sirens. She watched his black hair fall across his cheeks, bright blue eyes darting around fearfully as his glasses begin slipping down his nose. "Oh, God." She knew his voice, she his face, but she could not remember.
The young girl stared at him silently as he picked her up from the small of her back, hugging her close as his tears soaked her bloody shirt. She heard the sirens getting closer and closer as more people crowded the streets covering their faces and mouths in disbelief and horror before Vriska Serket was taken away from the boy and put into a car, soon moving.