Chapter 1: Memory Block
(i can't get the html tags to work so things that should be italic are in *lil staries* like that!) Please review, my second chapter is in progress...)
Mist, Haze, Silver, Will. Then it was gone, blocked from her view. A huge barrier stood there, she banged hard again and again with tightly clenched fists, but to no avail.
Jane sat up sweating profusely and breathing hard. She felt as if she had been smacked with a cricket bat, and her head felt like a lump of goo with nails in. She looked at her husband sleeping peacefully next to her and wondered aloud, running her hands through her sweat soaked hair. "Who is he? Why do I get these dreams night after night? Is there something I don't know about him, that maybe I used to know?" Answers were not to be found in the still air of the spring night. "It feels like there's a block on my memories, I wouldn't forget, I don't forget things, I mean I remember everything, even when I first met Will and those little fantasy adventures we had, both in Cornwall and Wales."
*But were they fantasy?* A voice stirred unknown memories at the back of her mind. *There's something about Will. You have been made to forget. Five fingers splayed out in front of him. Another voice, deep, mellow comforting and friendly - Only in their dreams...*
I give up, she thought mentally. I'll think when I'm more awake and when I don't feel like I've been hit by a bus!
Jane went back to sleep, determined to explore these strange, often meaningless dreams some other time.
(i can't get the html tags to work so things that should be italic are in *lil staries* like that!) Please review, my second chapter is in progress...)
Mist, Haze, Silver, Will. Then it was gone, blocked from her view. A huge barrier stood there, she banged hard again and again with tightly clenched fists, but to no avail.
Jane sat up sweating profusely and breathing hard. She felt as if she had been smacked with a cricket bat, and her head felt like a lump of goo with nails in. She looked at her husband sleeping peacefully next to her and wondered aloud, running her hands through her sweat soaked hair. "Who is he? Why do I get these dreams night after night? Is there something I don't know about him, that maybe I used to know?" Answers were not to be found in the still air of the spring night. "It feels like there's a block on my memories, I wouldn't forget, I don't forget things, I mean I remember everything, even when I first met Will and those little fantasy adventures we had, both in Cornwall and Wales."
*But were they fantasy?* A voice stirred unknown memories at the back of her mind. *There's something about Will. You have been made to forget. Five fingers splayed out in front of him. Another voice, deep, mellow comforting and friendly - Only in their dreams...*
I give up, she thought mentally. I'll think when I'm more awake and when I don't feel like I've been hit by a bus!
Jane went back to sleep, determined to explore these strange, often meaningless dreams some other time.