Thank you to the people who reviewed (: I have so many new ideas for the story. This is just a little bit of the next chapter.
Sonny's Journal.
"A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory… a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up: yours and mines "
Day 1 (Sonny's POV)
I was walking down an empty road. Grass was everywhere, except for the road. I just kept walking…walking… and walking. It was a road to darkness. Bitter silence, just like my memories. I was looking for someone. Someone I don't yet know. Or Someone I don't yet remember. Someone who I felt was very urgent. I was all alone. I kept walking. I saw something… I had not come to a conclusion to what it was because the next thing I know – I woke up. It was all a dream.
I almost forgot where I was, and who I was with. But when I began to walk out of my bedroom to go outside, I knew I was alone. Nobody was home; I will eventually begin to get lost.
I wonder where that lady is at. Should I call her lady? Perhaps it's a bit rude; so where is my mom?
I have no way of contacting her. As hard as I try to remember what her phone number was – I forgot to ask myself a more needed answered question: Where's the phone?...
Ugh, forget it Sonny. It's no use in looking. Perhaps I should find out more about myself… hmm... I have an idea. Why not search my room and this house a bit? Good idea!
First: my room.
I walked back to my room and took a good look at it – Yellow walls, Flower shaped pillows, orange curtains, a sun shaped clock - no wonder people call me Sonny. Now to look through my drawer- gum, iPod, sketch book, my new journal my mom gave me yesterday to write things I want down, and some fan mail? Wonder what that is for. Oh well, ask someone later.
Now that vanity table- makeup, nail polish, pictures... pictures! I wonder who these people are. A girl with blonde hair, a young girl, a boy with blonde hair, and a boy with a hat. Then there's a picture with me and yesterdays boy. I never got his name. Oh well, he was acting pretty weird yesterday- trying to touch me and such. I wonder who he is and when I'll see him again…
No use in thinking. Where's my mom's room? Maybe down the hall.
I went down the hall to find myself in a bathroom. So I tried the door next to it and Yes! It's a bedroom! It was like any normal room id see. A Television, a nice brownish bed, a wooded desk, and a brown carpet floor. There were pictures all over the walls. I began to investigate them to see if maybe I would remember anything. Wow, there were so many.
"Years and Counting"
They were all of me since I was one to twenty. Then there was a picture of a Man and me. I wonder if it was my father… maybe. I should ask my mother once she's back from wherever she is. I just don't get it…what happened to me? Why can't I just remember? Will I ever remember?
I hope this ends. I still have no memory of who I am. Am I a nice girl? Did I do bad things? It's all too much… I need to sit down and stop thinking.