It's dark. So very dark. I can see you, Annabeth. I can see you in my mind's eye. You're worried. Why are you worried?

I can hear things, Annabeth, my Wise Girl. I can hear screaming. The screams won't stop. They'll never stop.

I'm tired, but not at the same time. Is that possible, Annabeth? Can I be the wide awake and dreadfully tired at the same time? Do you know? Of course you know. You know everything. My Wise Girl.

The darkness goes on forever and ever. It has no end. The screaming won't stop. Am I screaming? I must be. I'm the only one in the dark.

There are people around you, Annabeth. They are familiar. Do I know them? No, I only know you.

There's something missing in my head. There should be something there but there's only the black. What is it? What's missing?

Faces. There are no faces in my head. Where are they? Where are the faces? I can't see your face, Annabeth. What do you look like? Are you pretty?

I can't see you anymore, Annabeth. Only darkness.

What do you sound like? Does your voice carry up into the stars? Or does it rumble the ground? My only companion is the screaming.

Am I going mad? Perhaps. I want to see. I want to hear. Anything other than this unending darkness. Anything other than the screaming.

The hole in my head is bigger. My family is missing. Did I have a family? Are they worried about me like you are? Or are they happy I am in this dark? Did they put me here? I don't like them.

Places are gone. Where did I live? Was it nice? Did I even have a house? Was I homeless? I can remember the Earth, and the solar system, I can remember the ideas of countries, and their names. But in which one did I live?

I know Earth is filled with life. Plants, animals, insects, and the dominant species: humans. Was I a human? Or an animal? I don't think I'm a plant.

I wish the darkness would leave so I could see. I wish the screams would quiet so I could hear myself.

Annabeth. Why are you the only thing from my past I remember? Why are you, unlike everything else, still in my head?

Who am I? Who are you? Why is everything I know being pulled from my head?

As if you would know. You're just a name and a pair of- nope. Forgot your eyes.

Are you real, Annabeth? Are you a real person? Are you nice? Are you mean?

I want to know. I want to know who I am. I want to know who you are. I want to know.

The screams are asking for help. Begging for help. They're in pain. I want to help them. I don't want them to be in pain.

Would you help the screams? Would you end their suffering?

The darkness and the screams are leaving. That makes me happy. But they're taking their memories with them. I want to remember. I can feel you being pulled away from me. Don't go.

You're the only thing I have left.

I was still in the mood to write scary/freaky stories. So I wrote this. I'm not sure what genre this is, so I chose horror.