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Camp NaNo April – Day 27 recap


Today’s story is brought to you by tvtropes.org. Okay, maybe not exactly, but as I was trying to think of an angle for the story, I remembered the site, and that made me think of all the cliched tropes I like to read. What better trope for the prompt, “remember,” than amnesia?

I’ve only written the first scene, and I’m already having way too much fun with this story. I’ve never done amnesia fic before, but I’ve read some. I also remembered a show I saw on Discovery Channel many years ago about a woman that got amnesia but only forgot the last twenty years of her life. In her mind, she was twenty-three with one baby, not in her forties with grown children. It was really interesting. Put all of that in a blender and you get this…

Day 27: remember

Bellamy’s day was going pretty well he thought. His mom had some extra rations for him before his guard exam, Octavia left him alone for three full hours to study, and he knew he was going to ace the tests. He had to because it was the only way he was going to keep Octavia safe.

His day got even better after the exam. He did better than he’d hoped, and Aimee Mason asked him out. Him. She always had a thing for the guards. It was probably the best day of his life.

But then things get cloudy. Something must have happened because he wakes up to a pain splitting his skull open. He has no idea where he is or what is going on. The last thing he remembers is the exam. And Aimee. And then… nothing. Only pain and confusion.

There are other people with him, but he doesn’t dare open his eyes. He’s sure they’ll just pop right out of his head. Probably right after his brain liquefies and dribbles out of his ears. He can tell at least one of the voices belongs to a doctor, but she’s not making any sense.

Animals? Woods? Grounders? He knows the words, but she might as well be speaking a foreign language for all Bellamy can understand. He must have hit his head pretty hard.

He has no idea what’s going on, but he knows it’s bad. He wants his mom, but he’s too afraid to bring attention to her. This is like his worst nightmare. How could his perfect day fall apart so quickly. And why can’t he remember what happened?

The End.

That’s about as far as I got in my actual writing. He’s about ten seconds away from finding out he’s lost his memories from the last five years. This is going to be so much fun to write.


“Bellamy, I need you to open your eyes so I can check you out, okay? You have to tell me what happened so I can help you.”

He didn’t know what happened. Why can’t they understand that? Who were these people anyway?

“Let me try.” The other voice sounded younger–maybe his age. She leaned closer and brushed his hair away from his forehead. His entire body trembled at her touch. He had no idea why, but it distracted him from the atomic bomb going off in his head. Slowly, she slid her hands over his, curling her fingers around his palms.

“Bellamy,” she said, her voice soft and calm. “Can you move your hands? You don’t have to open your eyes, okay? Just move your hands, so we can check you out.”

He frowned. He didn’t want to move. His head hurt so much. But when her fingers tightened, he let her pull his hands from his face.

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake
Day 25 – collide
Day 26 – life

Handle with Care – share (day 6)



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