Shock Wave: Part 25- The End

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“That’s it,” Cindy said looking out at the tall Oregon trees stretching out in front of us along the road.

“Wait what?”

“That’s the story.”

“You must be joking,” I said. “Did they at least get away?”

“They did.”

“How, what happened?” Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 25- The End”

Shock Wave: Part 24- You Remember

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Sarah ran to the edge of the forest where it met with the next town over. She paused to sift through Kimi’s files for an address and locked eyes with it. She only had a limited amount of time to find her, convince her to follow her if she didn’t recognize her and runaway back to the truck so they could, once again, escape. Sarah knew that this was the right thing to do, because this was the only thing she could do. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 24- You Remember”

Shock Wave: Part 23- The Real Story

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We had about another hour from the town of Yreka before we made it to Ashland Oregon. I had driven so far from the Los Angeles area all the way to the very northern part of California with a mysterious hitchhiker, but I still felt a little uneasy about my situation. The story that Cindy had been telling me in the car had revealed a surprise, but I still wasn’t sure as to why we had to go to Oregon or whose lives were in danger. I hadn’t interrupted her for a while, but I just had to know what was going on.

“I knew that her husband and therapist were really up to something, but I didn’t expect all of this,” I said. “Is this story even real?” Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 23- The Real Story”

Shock Wave: Part 22- Lives Depend on Knowing

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Sarah’s life had changed in an instant and there was nothing anyone could do to reverse it back to the way she was living previously to this event. She had hard evidence suggesting that she was someone else and confirming her suspicions about her psychiatrist and “husband.” There was now only one mission and nothing else and it as obvious of where she was going and what she was trying to do. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 22- Lives Depend on Knowing”

Shock Wave: Part 21- The Discovery

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The blue truck from her fleeting memories was staring back at her, and with no one near in sight, she backed away from the dusty window and around the side of the wooden structure to the door. Luckily it was left unlocked so Sarah just walked in to the broken down structure. It had to have sat dusty and untouched for quite a while because when she slid her finger across the hood of the vehicle it left a brighter and more vibrant blue underneath the now disturbed layer of filth. It didn’t make sense as to why anything would be hiding out here in the middle of the forest like this until another wave of a forgotten time rushed over her. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 21- The Discovery”

Shock Wave: Part 20- A Piece of Her Soul

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All of the swirling thoughts of time that has passed and the images of a blonde-haired blue-eyed women sitting next to Sarah inside of a blue truck had forced an idea in her head that had been deeply seeded in the back of her mind. It was obvious how her husband and her psychiatrist were involved with her memory loss. Sarah knew that they were the ones responsible for it. They wanted her to forget something that was so much a part of her life and her being that it has nearly driven her to the state of madness. A piece of her soul has been partial ripped, and she was going to figure out how and why. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 20- A Piece of Her Soul”

Shock Wave: Part 19- I Listened

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Cindy and I woke up the next morning and left the small motel in the town of Tracy behind after fueling up the gas tank and our bodies at what seemed like the town’s only gas station. We had roughly six hours left, of driving through the Northern part of California that everyone forgets about, before we could even cross the state boarder into Oregon and I wasn’t really sure where we were going after we got up there. The hitchhiking passenger in my car’s front seat was still being incredibly mysterious, and I still didn’t know anything about how she was related to this strange story. As we made our way back to the five-freeway I decided to make it my mission to find out more about the stranger sitting beside me. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 19- I Listened”

Shock Wave: Part 18- The Nightmare

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There it was again, an attractive woman with short blonde hair wearing jeans and a white button up t-shirt that was two sizes too big sat before Sarah in a car.

“Ready?” The woman said to Sarah as she threw the old blue Chevy pickup truck into gear.

“Yes,” Sarah said.

The woman scrunched her tiny nose and let her bright sparkly blue eyes peek through behind her long lashes as she smiled at Sarah. “Okay, this is it then. There’s no turning back.” Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 18- The Nightmare”

Shock Wave: Part 17- The Escape

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Sarah Liera had been trapped underneath her psychiatrist’s desk in the middle of the night for over an hour before that same psychiatrist got up and left to use the restroom again. If it wasn’t for the hot tea rushing though his body at the moment Sarah could have been trapped there all night.

She made her move quietly and quickly when she heard the door shut and threw the file back in to the cabinet and shut it all in one swipe. She then shuffled off into the front room and eventually out of the window nearly hurling herself outside of the building. She never stopped running once her feet hit the dirt and she traveled into the dark with no newly acquired knowledge that she so desperately sought. Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 17- The Escape”

Shock Wave: Part 16- Big Sky Country

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“Tell me a little about yourself,” I asked the hitchhiker lying in the motel bed next to mine. I had met Cindy that morning and traveled with her for that entire day but I didn’t really know anything about her.

“I suppose I could give you that much since you haven’t kicked me out yet and that you’re actually driving me all the way to Oregon,” Cindy said. “I really didn’t know if you were going to go through with it.”

“I’m being coerced though.”

“You’re just really nosy and want to hear the rest of my story.” Continue reading “Shock Wave: Part 16- Big Sky Country”