*Y/N's P. O. V.*

Two weeks have passed since my mom and I started to stay here at our old house. Nothing big has happened yet, but I could tell that being here is definitely doing something to my brain. I always experience deja vu as if I've done things around this house and town already. My therapist says that's normal as my mind is trying again to pick up the lost pieces.

"Your memory loss isn't caused by head trauma, Y/N. Your memories were repressed unconsciously by your own brain because it wants you to forget something traumatic. You're a bright kid, I know you already know this, so I hope you're preparing yourself, dear." Ms. Flack said over the phone. Since I'm too far away from her clinic now, this is how we do our sessions.

"But it is possible, right? Me getting my memories back by being here?" I asked her.

"It is possible, yes, but it varies case to case. But you experiencing these deja vus is a good sign." she explained, "How have you been there? Is it still bothering you?" she asked and I'm sure she's pertaining to him.

Even though I try to be busy and focus on getting my memories back, Patrick is still on my mind. I'm still firm with my own belief and I'm still wondering where he went. For now, I'm just giving myself a little hope that maybe when all this is done in here and we go back to our town again, he'd be there and we'd just shake our weird disappearances off. Maybe it could just go down with me saying 'Hey, where did you go?' and him replying, 'No, where did YOU go?'  Then we'll both shrug and pick up where we've left off.

Yeah. That's probably what's going to happen.

"Y/N? Are you still hearing me, dear?" Ms. Flack voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, yes. And to answer your question...no. I try to focus on gaining back my memories. That's all that I want now," I lied. I honestly don't want to bring up the topic to them again because they'd just tell me he isn't real and I'm tired of hearing that. Besides, I will never believe them.

After a few minutes, we finally finished talking. I hung the phone and immediately appreciated the sudden silence in my room. I'm getting used to the feeling of familiarity this place is giving me and I do think that it's a good sign as that feeling might trigger some of my memories to come back. 

I walked over to the window and gazed outside to look around the street. Deja vu hit me again as I observe the calm and silent road outside. My mom already toured me around town, only giving me general information about this place. I'm actually amazed that she hasn't said anything very specific. She really has thought her words through, but sometimes I was wishing for her to slip something. I do understand their intention for keeping the information away, but the curiosity about what happened to me is honestly getting so strong that it's starting to bother me. If only I could get it back when I hit my head on a wall, I'd do that in a heartbeat.

Finally, I decided to leave my room and see my mom downstairs. It just got dark anyways so I forced myself away from the window and help my mom cook dinner. The moment I got downstairs, she wasn't there, instead, I found a note.

'Just going out for a while to get some snacks, dear. I didn't want to interrupt you earlier while talking to your therapist. I'll be back in no time.' -Mom

I settled down on the living room couch and began to watch TV while waiting for her. I said watch, but honestly, I'm just staring at the screen blankly because my head is just floating back to my memories with Patrick. Yeah, two weeks ago was rough for me especially when everyone around is screaming to my face that I'm just hallucinating and also I'm really upset that he was decided not to see me...but now I just miss him so badly. I miss our stupid small talks, I miss his smile and laugh, I miss looking into his eyes, I miss his hugs and kisses...I miss him so much. By the help of some kind of miracle, I wish he'd just appear here.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door which was enough to jolt me back to reality. As I got to my feet, I'm stupidly assuming that this could be Patrick and maybe my wish had come true, but alas, it didn't. An unfamiliar officer is now standing before me after I opened the door.

"Is this the Y/L/N's residence?" he asked.

"Yes. How can I help you?" I asked him. The officer just pulled something out of his bag.

"Is Y/Mom's/N your mother? Is she in here?" he asked.

"Yes, she's my mom, but she went out. Maybe you could just wait for her and --

"Oh, I really can't, but I'm just here to drop this off. Tell her to call us if she needed more assistance. I supposed you're Y/N. Thank you for being open to help us," he said with a smile as he handed me a sealed envelop. It was quite heavy, there must be a lot of documents here.

"I will and you're welcome. I'm doing everything to help...Thank you for your help too," I said and he immediately left.

I closed the door behind, now having this huge envelope on my hands. I went over to the dining table and set the envelope there. Of course, I'm going to wait for my mom to see what's in there...but for some reason, I'm finding it so difficult to walk away from it. By now, I'm just staring at the envelope that was on the table.

Something in my head is pushing me to open it and I have never been this tempted to do something before. It's like all of my gut is telling me to open it. After exactly one minute, I just said...fuck it.

I gently unsealed the envelope while I sit down in front of the table. Once it was completely opened, I placed all the documents in front of me and one header is enough to make everything feel so heavy.

'Complete Missing Children/Teenagers Report During the Serial Kidnapping Case on year 2xxx' 

My hands became as cold as ice in a second and I felt chills on my spine. Why is this sounding familiar to me?

Even with the shaking hand, I proceeded to pick up the document and began to flip the pages and read this horrible and tragic event. Each page of this almost book-like compilation is an individual child or teenager that was a victim during this time...which is 6 years ago. I flip the pages and saw missing reports and the after-investigation reports. Each case has the picture of the person, their name, how long they were missing...and how they were found whether dead or alive.

I was reading one after another...

Missing for 1 week. Found floating dead in a river.

Missing for 2 weeks. Found dead at the bottom of a cliff.

Missing for 1 month. Found dead and decaying in an abandoned car.

Missing for 3 months. Found buried in the woods.

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All of these...

Missing for a long time...

Found dead in a tragic way...

I was beginning to get sick and my mind is getting lighter and lighter. I feel like throwing up. No, not because I'm getting sensitive with the descriptions, but because of how tragic and fucked up this time was. The shaking of my hands is getting worse, but I kept on going. I don't know why, but I feel like I needed to see something.

I was by the end of this compiled papers...and I saw it. I finally saw it.

Name: Y/N Y/L/N.
Missing for 6 months.
Found injured but alive by a passerby near the woods. She escaped and collapsed by the side of the road.
Ms. Y/L/N woke up with no memories due to the emotional trauma.

I

was one of the victims. This was it. This is what happened to me 6 years ago. Missing for 6 months. 6 months and I can't recall any of that. I stared at the picture on my page and I let the papers down. I'm sure all the blood on my face is completely gone. Now, I understand why doing this - making me remember and trying to get my memories back - is a hard choice to make. This could honestly break me again.

I rapidly blink, not knowing how to take this information in and what to do with it. I'm scared yet I want to remember everything. Whatever happened within those days...I'm sure that's the information that could help these people that we are currently helping. But what? What could have happened then that could be connected to them?

A cold breeze suddenly passes me which turned the page of the papers in front of me and I think my heart just went up to my throat.

There's another missing person report behind mine's. My eyes immediately landing on the picture and those eyes, that smile, that hair with a different color, and a much younger face - it's Patrick.

Name: Patrick Martin Vaughn Stumph
Reported missing the same date as Ms. Y/L/N's disappearance.
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Never been found.

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