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2A

  Ash was raining from the blood orange skies, a familiar yet strange voice called out in the distance, asking for something with a tone of distress.

  A face revealed itself from a heap of rubble, a woman, bloodied bck hair covering her face. She gave off an odd feeling.

  I assumed she was the voice from earlier, but all she did after revealing herself was to look through me towards the crimson sky until she finally spoke and cursed.

  "Curse YOU for what HE became; just LET HIM FREE."

  ...

  ...

  ...

  I jolt up, head spinning and stomach turning, finding myself sitting in a desk in a dimly lit and empty cssroom—well, mostly empty; the only other people were a teacher sipping a medicine-pink colored drink and two delinquent-looking teenage boys, one on the shorter side and the other seeming average for his age other than having red hair.

  'Did he dye it?'

  As I was wondering how I got here, one of the boys noticed me, came closer, and said,

  "Yo, Takuto, did that nap help with your insomnia, or do you need more? Teach said it's okay for at least one more hour."

  'Nap? I was napping in css, really?'

  The taller of the boys notices my confusion and asks,

  "Are you ok, Takuto? Do you feel good? You really shocked the css today, fainting out of nowhere."

  Staring at him, I think,

  'Fainting out of nowhere? What's this kid saying?'

  After staring at him for a minute or so, he says, concerned,

  "Oh god, don't tell me you don't remember me. Do you at least remember him? Do you remember Kurt? It's ok if you don't remember me, but him? No, it's not ok."

  The other boy, Kurt, retaliates.

  "How could he forget me? I've known him and Caleb since kindergarten."

  Hearing her name, I sprang up from the desk and asked where she was.

  Relieved, the taller boy answered,

  "Geez, you scared me. So you at least remember her; do you only remember her, not us or anyone in css?"

  "Css? What css?"

  "Our css dumbass, ever since the incident, everyone's been worried about you. It's okay to grieve; it's only been three days. You'll get better, okay?"

  "Thanks, I guess, and I'm sorry for not knowing your names. For some reason, it seems I can't remember some things."

  "It's okay. I'm here if you need anything. I'm Kurt, and this is our CLASS-MOM, Zylit."

  "Zylit, that's an uncommon name. Are you Bryian?"

  Flustered, Zylit answered my question.

  "Well, I don't KNOW if I am. My mom is one, but my dad is a Fjorn."

  "Really? That's quite an unusual pairing." "Yeah, people often say that, but it's okay; both Bryians and Fjorns believe in love, so no problem."

  "That's great to hear. Can I get your number? I would like us to be friends."

  "Bro, you have his number; everyone in css is in the group chat you made."

  'Really, I made a group chat. I don't remember that. Good thing I talked to these kids, but I need to remember more.'

  I reflexively reach into my right pocket, but my phone isn't there.

  I panic and frantically search for it until the boys realize what I am looking for and say,

  "Dude, did you also forget phones are stored in the lockers during css? Don't worry, it isn't locked up now. We asked the teach to get it out before school ended. It's on his desk."

  I walked towards the teacher, then bowed and took my phone to turn it on and...

  "Second of January 20XX. Now that I think of it, three days earlier was..."

  My knees twitch like crazy, and I feel heavy. Suddenly, I hear loud beating, and my airways tighten. I drop to the ground with a thud.

  "W-W-What's ha-appn-ning?"

  Seeing the state I was in the teacher jumped out of his chair and lifted me up by the shoulder.

  "I'll take him to the nurse; she should still be here. You two use his phone and call his parents, okay?"

  "Ye-Yes, sir, we're on it."

  As I'm taken to the infirmary, I think to myself, 'was all that a dream? It was very vague. Maybe it was a lucid dream. I [DON'T BELIEVE] it, but maybe I could use something to [BELIEVE] in.'

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