WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?

When I was 12 I met a child. He was dressed in a clown costume. He used to creep me out, staring at me all the time... but one day, he saved me at the cost of all of the things that people say make you human. Why did he do that? well, when he made a "miraculous recovery" (it was actully his fateful best friend's doing) I found out.
He had a crush on me. What was this kid? Some kind of modern day Romeo? Regardless, I became attached to him. One day, the bully who used to beat the snot out of him was acting very...pleasant towards him. It wasn't until I was running home in the rain that I realized what had happened. The poor kid... he had been weakened from the heat of the day or another fight or something but...
He had killed him. The bully had tied my friend to the football post and beaten him until he knew that my freind would slowly bleed to death. When he spotted me he bolted, I too to my companion. I untied him and realized how heavy he was. My phone had been dropped in a mud puddle, and had broken so I had to slowly drag him across the field to get help. I stopped half way. I was too weak! I couldn't do it. I started crying. I cried onto him and thought to myself "Oh, in movies he'd be alive! My tears would bring him back! " Of course, this was no movie. I swear he died right there in my hands. His friend came yelling and gesturing and screaming with various rescue vehicles behind him. His friend could save him. But, I was useless. How could I have let this happen?! I stood up and ran home. I couldn't bare to watch them load up my friend's corpse. But, there was a surprise waiting for me at my home. Agents? No. loonies? Probably. But, then I realized my mother was just...looking at them blankly. Another realization. She was dead. What? How could I believe that?! How!? Why was everyone dieing?! Dammit, I want answers. I...don't want to be a damsel in distress. The men closed in on me and took to thier car, but of course I fought. The only notable happy thing that happened that day is I kicked the one dude square in his sack. I tried attacking wildly at the window but it didn't workk obviously. Didn't I tell you only one happy thing happened that day? At this point I felt crazy - this couldn't be happening! In my crazed state, I saw my friend's buddy...flying. Yup, I was losing it. They appeared to be from an asylum, the men who kidnapped me. Not that it mattered I didn't awant to go anywhere with them. Hm, an asylum that can afford sleeping gas apparently.

When I woke up I was in a white room. Was it all a dream? Did I even have a life? Am I nothing but a loony? No, I know what my life was. I know what it is. On my 16th birthday, they decided to show me I was correct. I DID have an old life...
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