[Comprehensive British and American] After amnesia

Rebecca, who was nagged by the captain to go back to the room to rest, was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling above her head.

"Tony is really amazing!" Rebecca sighed sincerely, when will she reach Tony's level?

But in any case, Tony will always be his biggest idol.

My father looks like a reporter from a newspaper, how could he know so many people?

Does dad have any special skills too?

Why hasn't he come to see me for so long?

Tony is nice, but how long can I live here?

Rebecca, who was still thinking wildly, felt that all the problems had flooded into her brain, and her body was getting heavier and heavier in a mess, while the soft bed wrapped her tightly.

Jarvis cooperatively lowered the lights, and Rebecca quickly fell into a deep sleep.

This is where?

Rebecca looked around where she was, white, white, white, white.

A pure white sealed room, nothing, no door, no window, no one.

I couldn't find where the light was, but the room was as bright as day, and with the reflection from the walls, the light was so bright that it hurt Rebecca's eyes.

Wearing a white skirt that can only hide from the body, the hard folds scratched the skin. Rebecca didn't know who put on this extremely simple and clumsy skirt for herself, but she felt that she was very comfortable with it.

This is the clothes I should wear, the clothes that belong to the experimental subject.

All the prosperity of the world was destroyed here, leaving him alone.

There is no direction, no time.No matter which direction I go, I can't get out, and no matter how much I call, there is no response.

Why did I fall to this point? Rebecca walked slowly into the corner, leaning against the cold wall, and slid down little by little until her body was completely curled up.

He hugged himself with his arms, as if he could bring warmth and comfort to himself in this way.

"Rebecca, baby, you're not an outcast."

"You are my whole world, Rebecca."

It was like a stone thrown into a pool that was dying silently, causing ripples.

A woman's voice floated faintly in the empty room, and it seemed to be whispering in the ear.

This voice dispelled all of Rebecca's loneliness and despair, spreading warmth to the entire room like a spring breeze.

I'd love it here if she was here all the time.

His face was cool, and a few drops of liquid remained from the eye sockets along the cheekbones.Rebecca reached out to caress her cheeks, spread her palms, and a layer of crystal water film attached to her fingertips.

This is, my tears?

why am i cryingI don't feel that there is any uncomfortable place?

On the contrary, this is my favorite place, I have been away from here for a long time, and I have been looking for this place for a long time.Rebecca felt the warmth of deja vu and was immersed in the joy of reunion.

"Is that you? Who are you?"

There was no answer, but the whole world was shaken by this question.

The vibration became more and more violent, with a destructive momentum.

The turmoil in the space did not harm Rebecca, but it cracked the seemingly indestructible ceiling bit by bit.

No light came through the cracks, only bright red and thick black viscous fluid slowly seeped in.

More and more, more and more, the viscous mixed together became a disgusting black-red liquid that covered the entire ceiling.

Tick, tick, tick...

The liquid, which couldn't find any more room on the ceiling, began to drip and was dripping onto Rebecca's face.

Startled, Rebecca jumped back and slowly stretched out her hands, smeared with liquid.

What's this?The liquid on my hands started to smell bad.

I don't, I don't, it's too dirty, I can't be that gross.

Wipe it off, wipe it off, I'm going to wipe it all off.

Rebecca suddenly began to rub her face vigorously, trying to wipe off the disgusting liquid, but she couldn't get rid of it.

Anxiety also seemed to be the driving force of the black-red liquid, and the viscous and low speed became faster and faster, faster and faster.

It flooded the soles of the feet, the tops of the feet, the ankles, the shins, the knees, the thighs and hips, then the belly, the ribcage, the neck, and finally the top of the head.

Unable to struggle, Rebecca was stuck in this muddy puddle, sinking deeper and deeper.

Until a deafening gunshot sounded throughout the world.

"Ah!" Rebecca snapped up.

It's a dream, it's not real, it's just a dream.

Rebecca, who was still in shock, panted heavily and patted her heart with her hands to comfort her trembling heart.

"Miss, did you have a nightmare?" Jarvis' mechanical voice came.

"Yes, that's right, it's just a dream." Rebecca tried to calm her breath.

"Should I tell sir immediately?"

"No, no need. I'm much better now." Jarvis' voice gave Rebecca something to lean on, even though it was just an artificial intelligence.

Slowly calming down, Rebecca found that her back felt cold, and it turned out that the cold sweat had already soaked through her pajamas.

"I'm going to take a shower, Jarvis." Rebecca, who didn't plan to go back to sleep, looked at her messy look in disgust.

"Okay, ma'am, the hot water is ready.

"Thanks, Jarvis."

"My pleasure."

What Rebecca didn't expect was that everyone would know that she had a nightmare soon.

"So, you're all here to hear my nightmares?" Rebecca looked at Charles in the wheelchair, Tony on the couch, Natasha, Steve, and Dad standing next to her.

"We mainly come to see you and listen to your nightmares by the way."

"Whoa, are you going to have some, uh, fuss over a molehill."

"It's important, Rebecca," Charles said, smiling at the little girl with blinking blue eyes.

Well, you are handsome, you have the final say.

"Not long after I fell asleep yesterday, I felt that I was in a closed white room with nothing. I was a little scared, but then a woman said something in my ear, and I felt warm. Even, I felt, That's the feeling I've been looking for for a long time, and I never want to leave again. I asked who she was, but she didn't answer. Then the whole world started to shake, the ceiling cracked, and the black red viscous liquid spread and dripped It came down and overwhelmed me. I couldn't get out, I just sank deeper and deeper until finally, there was a loud gunshot and I woke up."

Rebecca recalled this nightmare again, and still trembled unconsciously.Clark, who was beside him, looked at his daughter who was still in shock, and stretched out his hands hesitantly, wrapping his arms around the thin daughter.

The consolation that followed was smoother.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I've always been here." Clark comforted the trembling body in his arms back and forth.

Rebecca, who had been concealing her uneasiness until now, had just gotten her father's strong embrace, broke out.

"Wow!" Rebecca cried loudly in Clark's arms.

"It's really scary, just, it's just me, and she's gone, gone, I, I can't find her." Clark heard the thin girl in his arms crying out of breath, and remembered Seeing the bullying she and Louise received when he was not around, her eyes were a little red.

"They all bullied me, hiccup, and bullied her, Dad, they, they bullied us." Rebecca felt the strength and warmth from her father who surrounded her, and began to complain unconsciously.

"Baby, don't cry. Dad is going to beat them up. Don't worry, it will never happen again." Clark felt his heart was broken by his daughter crying.

"They still, still, hiccup, took her away, I can't find it, wow!" Rebecca felt like a wronged child who finally found someone to support her, even though she had no idea that she What she was talking about, she just wanted to cry to the man who was holding her.

"I'll get her back." Rebecca's fainting made Clark afraid to mention "Mom" or "Louise" to Rebecca last time. "Don't cry, baby, I'll bring her back." I got it back."

Finally, Rebecca slowly calmed down.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh." Rebecca said with red and swollen walnut eyes.

"It's okay sweetheart, crying is a woman's privilege." Natasha said with a smile.

Charles and Steve smiled and told Rebecca that they didn't mind.

"Oh sweetheart, you're still beautiful after all this crying," Tony said playfully to Rebecca.

Rebecca laughed instantly, "That's right, I'm a fan of Iron Man."

(⊙o⊙)!Rebecca what's the matter with you?I haven't seen you for a few days, and your painting style is different.

The terrified dads Clark, Natasha, Steve said I wanted to be quiet.

Charles was still smiling warmly.

Tony said with satisfaction, "That's right, sweetheart. It looks better when you smile."

"Although I don't want to interrupt," Charles looked at Rebecca reassuringly, "Rebecca, but I still want to ask you some questions, can I do it now?"

"Of course it's fine." Rebecca patted the arms that were gradually retracting around her comfortingly.

Everyone who knew that they were going to get down to business became quiet.

"First of all, it's the white room. Didn't you see anything in it? Are there no doors or windows?"

"No, it's just a pure white room with no doors or windows, just glare."

"Then you don't know where the light came from?"

"Yes, only white light."

"Did that woman's voice come after you were scared?"

"Yes, I feel she is very gentle, I feel very warm, and I don't want to leave her anymore."

"Again"?Did Rebecca subconsciously leave this woman, Charles wondered.

"Does that voice sound familiar to you?"

"Familiar, I always have an indescribable sense of familiarity."

"Can you hear what she said?"

"I should have heard it clearly in my dream, but when I wake up, why can't I remember it." Rebecca held her head in frustration, "I feel that what she said is very important."

"Don't worry, Rebecca. After waking up, it's normal to not remember things in your dreams clearly. Some people even rely on their imagination to complete the blurred scenes in their dreams. Let's talk about the shock, Rebecca .”

"I felt like the vibrations happened when I was most absorbed in that woman's voice, and it got louder and louder."

"What about the liquid that seeps in?"

"It was red and black at first, but then it mixed together and became a red and black viscous liquid. The liquid became more and more dripping on my face. There was a bad smell, and I couldn't wipe it off. . Then it became more and more, and it overwhelmed me."

"Then when did the gunshot you mentioned go off?"

"When I was most desperate after being submerged in those liquids."

"One last question, Rebecca, do you think you know that woman?"

Rebecca frowned, "I don't know, I'm not sure if I know her, I just think, I like her very much, love her very much, and want to be with her all the time."

"Okay, Rebecca, I have no problem." Charles shook the wheelchair and slid in front of Rebecca, gently stroking Rebecca's head with his hand, "Have a good rest, you didn't sleep much yesterday. "

"But I have a question, Charles. Why are you asking me so much about my dreams?" Rebecca looked into Charles' deep blue eyes.

"Because you need it, Rebecca, and you'll see why later."

The author has something to say: Nightmares are made up by the brains of little angels

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