Ashley's Diary
TRACE MEMORY REVALATION: A Journey into Lost Memories
8/23/07 – This story is dedicated to my late mother, my late best friend; D, and everyone I met at Lake Juliet.
Two years ago, I got a letter from my dad telling me to come to Blood Edward Island. After years of thinking he was dead, Dad finally came home with me.
Two years later, I'm 16 and in high school. And... my dad's left me again. He's gone to work at some research lab called JC Valley, over at Lake Juliet. "I'll be back at weekends, I promise."
Those were his last words to me when he went off to Lake Juliet.
I should've known he wouldn't keep that promise. I haven't seen him in six months. Not once. Then, three days ago, a letter suddenly arrived from him.
An invitation to a family camp. Kind of like a summer camp, except less screaming kids. He also sent me the newest model of the DTS, that little device he invented.
"I'll be waiting for you at Lake Juliet."
Can you believe it?
Come on, Dad, seriously. I have a life too.
How can you expect me to just drop everything?
Why me? Why do I get hit with all the bad luck?
After I got off the bus, someone pushed me down and stole my bag! I only got a glimpse at them; it was a woman, I think she was wearing glasses and her hair was pulled up in a bun, I also think she was wearing a business type outfit with pumps, the kind female assistants or sectaries wear.
All of my stuff was in that bag... My teddy bear, my picks, the song I need to practice... and...
Oh no, Oh no! Mom's pendant!
Phew... It was in my pouch.
This pendent... Mom gave this to me. It's all I have left of her.
Her name was Sayoko.
She was Japanese. I remember her dark hair and eyes. She was a scientist who studied memory.
Mom died when I was only three years old.
So I don't remember much else... And the only other thing in the pouch is... this.
Just the DTS that Dad sent me...
He invented it. I had one two years ago, but this one's a newer model. The DTS is connected to my dad's computer over some sort of network. He can send messages to me on it. It also has a built-in camera function. Why'd he send it to me, anyway?
What a pain in the neck... What do I do now?
I wish Daniel was here...
How are things in Heaven, D?
Can you see me from there? Did you meet my mom? Is Frannie there? What about your father or uncle? If so, I hope you guys made amends.
I'm happy you found peace, but I miss you, D... I wish you were here so I could have someone to talk to and confide in, I can't even rely on Jessica any more.
I miss you so much...