Here is a creative writing article I have written. It's called "The Forgotten" It takes place overseas which is why the terminology is different from the states. It's about a young man who wakes up, only to find out that everyone forgot him, and no one knows who he is. It isn't finished yet, but I just figured I'd share what I have so far.

The forgotten

Day one~

"Who are you?" "How did you get into my house?" Is how I woke up this morning. I slept on the couch one night, one bloody night watching TV and everyone in my house decided to wake up and act like they didn't know who I was. It started with my own father waving a shotgun in my face, "Get out of my house you bloody freak, who are you and why are ya sleepin on my bloody couch." I thought it was a joke at first. I mean how can you just all of a sudden forget your own child. He gave me ten minutes to leave, when I went to take my things he said, "Those belong to my son, not you. Get out." Out I got, I left the only home I ever knew with nothing and started making my way through the town, passing by the local market, coffee shop, and the little town square that is always buzzing with the local gossip. As I was walking I couldn't help but feel eyes glued onto my back, everyone was watching me, giving me weird looks, as if they as well didn't recognize me. I ran into my professor and I started telling him "Today's been such a weird day" he replied "Indeed, first my bloody car wouldn't start and now my button for my brand new suit fell off, anyways do I know you by chance?"  I was so perplexed, I was just in his class yesterday and now he doesn't even know who I was.  How can you go to sleep one night just to wake up in the morning to find out that you apparently have never existed. Having nowhere to go I decided to keep walking given that was the only thing I could do. I walked out by the rural parts of town and stopped for a break, while sitting there a woman with blonde hair just below her shoulders, ripped jeans, and stained flannel walked by. It looked like she had been through hell, like a soldier returning home from war beaten, tired, and alone. I offered her a bottle of water to which she hesitantly accepted knowing she couldn't survive without it. I asked her "What happened to you? You are bleeding, your jeans are ripped and your flannel is stained, where are you from?" A sort of dumb question because at this moment it didn't seem to matter much where she was from, she was the only person around. She said "My boyfriend beat me, he does it sometimes when he drinks a lot, but this time it was different, he didn't seem to know who I was, he was repeatedly yelling, "Who the hell are ya bitch, huh who the hell are ya?" He didn't know me, we have been together for three years and he didn't know me. He's done countless things to me that will make you never be able to forget a person and he forgot me."  She continued "I managed to get out of there, I hit him with a board I found under the couch and I left as fast as I could, when I went to get help no one seemed to be in a hurry. I went to my mother's house and she said ``I don't know who you are but you need to leave my property.`` I called my dad but my name was wiped from everyone's contacts overnight and no one knew my number. I am alone, well at least I was alone." 

 

Day Two

As the sunset, the night's music began to play, the bugs started singing while the four legged creatures applied the beat joining together in a perfect eerie harmony with their glowing eyes locked on us letting us know we don't belong there. We walked a little longer before deciding to camp. Neither of us had any garments or anything but luckily the night was warm enough, we looked for wood and built a fire, I made sure that I could still see her. After we got the fire going, I set out to find some food she looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. I myself was okay so I gave her most of the food.