Emmalyn's P.O.V

I walk through a dark, cold and quiet forest, I was wearing a long blood red dress. My skin was pale, my eyes were a really electric shade of blue, my long brown hair was straight. I was carrying something, I looked down at my hands, seeing that I was carrying a dagger that was covered with blood. I was wearing a blank expression, but I had hatred pouring out of my eyes, that were staring in front of me.

I walked to an old, wooden cabin. I open the door, making it bash against the wall with a long bang that could be heard from at least two miles away. I drop the dagger on the coffee table that was in the next room before hearing someone walk up behind me.

I wake up with a start, my hands searching my body making sure that I wasn't wearing a dress of any sort, my hands feeling my hair making sure that it was still curly. I was pleased to find that I was just wearing my shorts and my bra, I was also pleased to find that my hair was still curly. I let out a sigh as I sit up, making the blanket slide off of my body slightly.

I get up from the bed slowly, placing my warm feet on the cold wooden floorboards of my bedroom. I walk over to the mirror, turning the light on by the switch that was behind it. I look at my face and see that I had some sweat on it, my skin didn't look pale, it looked slightly tan like it always did. My eyes were a slightly more electric blue then usual but then that was probably because I was still half asleep.

"What the hell was that?" I asked myself, I looked away from the mirror for a few seconds before looking back at it.

"Was it a memory or a dream?" I asked myself. I turned around and walked towards the bed, I sit back down on it. I look at the bedside table, seeing a note. I open the note,

Dear Emmalyn

It's me Roman who is writing this note to you.

I need you to know that no matter what you do you have to remember your past,

you have to remember me, you have to remember all the good and bad times that we shared together.

I need you to remember everything, you need to remember me.

I hate it when you look at me with that empty look on your face, with that empty look in your eyes.

Please, just try to remember for me,

Love from Roman.

I put the note back down,

"Well duh," I muttered under my breath, like I didn't already know that I needed to remember my past. But one thing was for sure, he defiantly knew me before I lost my memory. We're probably really good friends back about 4 years ago. I was going to need more information about what I was like before I list my memory in order for me to really remember and I knew just how to that info.