Prologue of Forgotten
Here’s the prologue of the newest story/novel/novella/game plot I’m working on (I’ve practically finished Little Threat’s it’s a cut and paste for now), called Forgotten. The prologue explains NOTHING about the novel, but feel free to ask questions any way 
Prologue
“I felt it, days before it came. I doubted it would be able to reach me. Enveloped in a sense of self-security, I ignored it. It didn’t feel, or, at least, before I was OverWritten, it’s presence didn’t feel characteristically evil. It just felt…there.
Two day’s before it took me, I heard it. It didn’t threaten me, didn’t say anything that struck fear in my heart, I just heard it’s whispers. The whispers were inside my head, or so I figured, as I went to my parents complaining that I was being haunted.
Twenty-Six hours before I Left, I could feel a strange sensation in the core of my body. It was the push of something from the outside, and the pull of something in me, as if there were two magnets inside me, each one desperate to come out. As the day went on, the push-pull feelings got stronger. As I lay in bed on the night I was Forgotten, I heard it speak. The voice was there, but not only was it in my head-it was as if the thing was right beside me. I felt something touch my shoulder, and I turned to look at it, but found my body was far away. The magnetic feeling in my chest was unbearable-I couldn’t breath. The worst part was I seemed to have two heartbeats-or two hearts inside of me. One-the one I could feel the most, so I believe it is mine, was beating strong and proudly, as a result of my exercise. The other wasn’t strong, or weak. It was there, too. I believe it was the beings heart.
I lay, struggling to breath, struggling to comprehend what was happening. The magnetic feeling was reversed-the part that was outside was in, the part that was inside was out. And there was this tear-oh a terrible tear, as I felt myself being ripped from my Earthly body, to become one of the Forgotten.”
I watched in horror as the memory replayed itself over and over, a terrible paradox of what ruined my life. As I saw it for the fourth time, I wept.
Any questions, comments, or concerns would be appreciated.
