The visions haunt me for the rest of the night. More crying. More voices. The girl again, huddled on the pink sheets, clearly trying to act like she's asleep. But her body shakes and shivers, and her breath is far too ragged to be from sleep.

But at one point, it stops, and I am in another room. I feel a phone in my hand, and I am wrapped in a tight embrace. My eyes are closed, but I can hear faint, gentle music coming from the phone. Whoever I am with is holding on to me like I'm the only thing left, and their breath shudders, as if they are crying.

I get no sleep that night. I know that they didn't, either.

***

I run back to the forest as soon as I wake up. Sure enough, she is waiting for me, staring at me with mournful eyes. "I'm sorry." She says in a somewhat familiar voice. "I didn't mean to put you through this."

If it weren't for her eyes, her words would have no meaning. They are rehearsed, repeated to the point where they lose their splendor.

"What...what is this?" I plead, meeting her gaze.

She sighs, closing her eyes. "I'm afraid that you're one of the rare people to have visions of the past. Now, you've noticed that they aren't yours."

"But who's are they?"

Her eyes open, but only to stare at the ground. "I'm sure you'll find out soon."

I resist the urge to growl at her cryptic answer. "And why, exactly, am I seeing them?"

"Some memories are very strong." She tells me. "Your mind is strong as well, and it is picking up on them."

"And how long will I be having them?" I decide not to press any more details. I doubt she'll tell.

She looks up at me, a sad smile on her face. "Months."

At this, I jump back a little. "Months?"

She looks off, her stare blank. "I really do hate that you're having to see this, I really do." She closes her eyes again, turning around.

And as soon as I step forward, I'm thrown back into that other world. But this time, the girl is staring directly at me. She blinks somewhat slowly before reciting a few words.

"She could not carry the weight of the world, without the one who carried her."

And she's gone. The forest is gone. The lady is gone.

But I am not gone. And I can still feel the girl, even though she is not there.

She is not gone, no, but I know she wants to be.

A/N: What am I even doing

Where am I even trying to go with this

This is why I just need to stay off Wattpad until this is over