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Remembered
I opened my eyes, dim light lit up a room filled with sports shirts hung on the walls. I sat up, oddly calm as I examined the foreign room that brought me a sense of calm. Something unsettling loomed over me as the door cracked open, light peering in without a figure to block it. A sigh of almost relief drowned me as a small and lean creature lurked in, a white cat.
A smile snuck across my face even though the feline was unfamiliar. I called it, patting the bed beside me half expecting the cat to listen.
To my surprise the white cat jumped up beside me, its pale blue eyes full of love I didn’t feel I deserved. But the cat seemed to insist I pet it, its fur was soft as I stroked it.
I flinched slightly as the door slowly opened, a small figure running to me squealing, “Aja! Aja!” The young girl jumped onto my bed, I backed away, cowering from her, “My name isn’t Aja…” I corrected her. My head started to ache from the sudden movement, I placed a solid hand on the back of my head where I noticed a wrap around my head.
The girl frowned, “Aja, come play?” I looked back at the girl, “My name isn’t Aja.” I snapped, but when I thought of what my name was I was stopped by a blank wall, empty. As I scowled the girl another figure came into the room, the light flickered on, making me squint.
Once my eyes adjusted an older woman, in her fifties, approached the bed cautiously. Was she scared of me? She pulled the girl off the bed, “Go play with Ben, hun.” The girl pouted but left the room, the cat followed. The lady sat on the end of my bed, her voice slightly raspy but soft, “How do you feel?”
I eyed the woman cautiously, “Who are you?” pain struck in her eyes, I was hit with a sad emotion but didn’t know why. She reached her hand and touched my face. I let her stroke my cheek, a calm sense of security falling over me. But soon confusion overridden it, “Where am I?”
The lady pulled her hand away rather quickly, stroking her own dark hair, “You're in your room.” I looked around the room again, finding it unfamiliar. I looked back at her.
“Who are you?” I repeated. She stared at her hands, “I’m your mother…” The lady had a round yet slim face, hooded eyes and straight black hair. I realized the young girl also had these traits. I felt my face. Slim, high cheekbones unlike her’s. A strong straight nose, and medium black hair that was messy from sleep.
I sat up further, the cool air from the hall gently stroking my tan shoulders and bare chest. I had a slim but muscular body that was unfamiliar yet I was comfortable with. My mind suddenly swirled with emotions of fear and loss, but they were from the past. Something bad happened. I can’t remember.
The woman who claimed to be my mother turned to me, “Do you remember what happened?” I searched for the cause of the fear and loss I felt for a moment, but I was quickly met with the blank wall. I shook my head in response. Her dark eyes became wet from tears that hadn’t fallen yet, “Don’t you remember your name? Me?”
I felt comfortable leaning forward, examining her face. Though her presence calmed me, I couldn’t find any recognition with her face. I shook my head, pulling away from her. She looked down, wiping a few tears, “I was afraid of that…” Her voice trailed off.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with hurt, “Your name is Ajax Feo, you're sixteen.” This came as a shock to my small size compared to my surroundings. I slowly swung my legs to hang off the bed. My legs felt cool from the air, relieved of its warm cover.
My ‘mother’ stood up, “It’s been weeks since you’ve been released from the hospital…” I suddenly felt self-conscious about my potential odor, “I should take a shower…” A smile hinted across her face, “You did yesterday.”
I looked at her in shock, “I don’t remember that.” I took another glance around the room, “Will I forget again?” The woman walked to the door, “Let’s hope not. Why don’t you come down for some breakfast, you have an appointment today with Dr. Bryann.” With that she left, closing the door behind her.
I stood up and walked to a clothes dresser, I searched through it. I grabbed sweatpants that had a pastel pink color. It intrigued me as well as a small white hoodie that fit me perfectly. After pulling on some socks I walked out of the room.
I looked down both sides of the hall, unsure where to go. Left. I was surprised by the rather confident thought but followed it. It led me to a stairway. Quickly, quickly. Without much hesitation I gently and quickly glided down the stairs in a familiar foot pattern.
Turn. I cornered the stairs, walking against...
A smile snuck across my face even though the feline was unfamiliar. I called it, patting the bed beside me half expecting the cat to listen.
To my surprise the white cat jumped up beside me, its pale blue eyes full of love I didn’t feel I deserved. But the cat seemed to insist I pet it, its fur was soft as I stroked it.
I flinched slightly as the door slowly opened, a small figure running to me squealing, “Aja! Aja!” The young girl jumped onto my bed, I backed away, cowering from her, “My name isn’t Aja…” I corrected her. My head started to ache from the sudden movement, I placed a solid hand on the back of my head where I noticed a wrap around my head.
The girl frowned, “Aja, come play?” I looked back at the girl, “My name isn’t Aja.” I snapped, but when I thought of what my name was I was stopped by a blank wall, empty. As I scowled the girl another figure came into the room, the light flickered on, making me squint.
Once my eyes adjusted an older woman, in her fifties, approached the bed cautiously. Was she scared of me? She pulled the girl off the bed, “Go play with Ben, hun.” The girl pouted but left the room, the cat followed. The lady sat on the end of my bed, her voice slightly raspy but soft, “How do you feel?”
I eyed the woman cautiously, “Who are you?” pain struck in her eyes, I was hit with a sad emotion but didn’t know why. She reached her hand and touched my face. I let her stroke my cheek, a calm sense of security falling over me. But soon confusion overridden it, “Where am I?”
The lady pulled her hand away rather quickly, stroking her own dark hair, “You're in your room.” I looked around the room again, finding it unfamiliar. I looked back at her.
“Who are you?” I repeated. She stared at her hands, “I’m your mother…” The lady had a round yet slim face, hooded eyes and straight black hair. I realized the young girl also had these traits. I felt my face. Slim, high cheekbones unlike her’s. A strong straight nose, and medium black hair that was messy from sleep.
I sat up further, the cool air from the hall gently stroking my tan shoulders and bare chest. I had a slim but muscular body that was unfamiliar yet I was comfortable with. My mind suddenly swirled with emotions of fear and loss, but they were from the past. Something bad happened. I can’t remember.
The woman who claimed to be my mother turned to me, “Do you remember what happened?” I searched for the cause of the fear and loss I felt for a moment, but I was quickly met with the blank wall. I shook my head in response. Her dark eyes became wet from tears that hadn’t fallen yet, “Don’t you remember your name? Me?”
I felt comfortable leaning forward, examining her face. Though her presence calmed me, I couldn’t find any recognition with her face. I shook my head, pulling away from her. She looked down, wiping a few tears, “I was afraid of that…” Her voice trailed off.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with hurt, “Your name is Ajax Feo, you're sixteen.” This came as a shock to my small size compared to my surroundings. I slowly swung my legs to hang off the bed. My legs felt cool from the air, relieved of its warm cover.
My ‘mother’ stood up, “It’s been weeks since you’ve been released from the hospital…” I suddenly felt self-conscious about my potential odor, “I should take a shower…” A smile hinted across her face, “You did yesterday.”
I looked at her in shock, “I don’t remember that.” I took another glance around the room, “Will I forget again?” The woman walked to the door, “Let’s hope not. Why don’t you come down for some breakfast, you have an appointment today with Dr. Bryann.” With that she left, closing the door behind her.
I stood up and walked to a clothes dresser, I searched through it. I grabbed sweatpants that had a pastel pink color. It intrigued me as well as a small white hoodie that fit me perfectly. After pulling on some socks I walked out of the room.
I looked down both sides of the hall, unsure where to go. Left. I was surprised by the rather confident thought but followed it. It led me to a stairway. Quickly, quickly. Without much hesitation I gently and quickly glided down the stairs in a familiar foot pattern.
Turn. I cornered the stairs, walking against...
