Memories Buried Deep

Mrs. Smith had mentioned Miranda’s name when the hypnosis was in process and she had diverted into another place, a memory that was buried so deeply in the back of her mind and under piles and piles of thoughts, a memory she didn’t know that she had or even existed. _ --------------------  HEATHER’S SECOND WEIRD & UNKNOWN ACCOUNT WHEN UNDER HYPNOSIS It is alright if she dies, what more is there to hold on to after everything that has happened. A beer in her hand, a cigarette on her lips, tears in her eyes and voices in her head, pale lips, dry and sore throat. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked so thin because of hunger and malnourishment. She stared out through the window of a small one room apartment, the dingy and run-down apartment is hers. It contains both her best and worst of her memories. It was cool that she still had the apartment with her at the moment even though the landlord had been yelling at her to evacuate or she would come and help her throw her stuff out th