↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠MissingMemories↞

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December 25th, 2020

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Chapter 140: ↠MissingMemories↞

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Aurora Blake Dixon's POV

My surroundings were becoming more aware, at first I thought it was just a long dream. That I overslept my watch time, but instead of waking up on the shitty twin bed up with the treetops. I awoke to a thin sheet over my stomach, comfy pillows, a soft comforter at my feet and the blaring welcome of the sun just surpassing the smallest fragment of the blinds.

Rising up, I realized this was not my mom's house.
The walls, the bedsheets, the bed itself. It was all different.

Until I took into the fact that there isn't any more of a world.

That was for certain.
Death was in the air, and I wasn't much of a believer in god. But I felt the presence that there was nothing more to accomplish, letting my feet touch the wooden floors. Makings sure that where ever I was, that people couldn't hear me.
I knew voices were somewhere, but it's better to be safer than sorry. Looking around the room for something to arm myself with, was I surprised to find a gun just strictly right there on the counter near the couch. The blanket was still warm to the touch...Was someone watching me?
What happened?
How did I get here?
Where the hell is Maddie?
Checking to see if the gun has ammo,  I began making my way out of the room and down the stairs. Fortunate that whoever was talking, was talking loud enough not to hear my footsteps and a small walk around through the nice living and dining room to round about back to the kitchen.

 Where a man was just calmly drinking water from a solo cup.

Coming from around the corner, at an angle did I clock the hammer back with my thumb. Two hands holding it firmly before this man. His eyes looked between mine, but the length of my hair kept me from being analyzed.

"Where's Maddie?"
He breathed out another question. Like he was confused. In all honesty, he looked shocked. So I repeated the question but in a different form.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

I blurted out, jolting the gun a bit forward. Making him flinch backward. He placed the cup on down before slowly making his way back to the kitchen counter top at the end of this room. I was watching to see if his hands would make a quick grab for a knife. But he still seemed disoriented. I still didn't know who the hell he was, who's house I was even in.

He had scruff at his chin, long dark hair in front of his eyes, and paired his appearance with a leather vest. 

He ooks like something striaght out of a motorcycle magainze to be quite honest. Rides and builds bikes all day. But the tone in his arm muscle says something else.
"Blake...Ju...Just put the gun down. We'll talk about this."

He said my name, making me twist a small bit. How does he know my name?
How was he so calm in this sort of situation, even then was his eyes burning with desperation 
"Just tell me where she is!"

I urged, on the verge of tears at this point. What have they done to her? My sister, my older sister...
"She's dead Blake."

"She...She's dead?"

Choked out, the lump in my throat getting heavier and heavier. And the second I began to lower the gun, he leaned forward in an attempt to comfort me, making me jump back into defense. Creating space between us once more.
"Blake...Please listen to me."
"Why should I? I don't even know who you are!"

The way my name rolled off his tongue, it sounded strangely familiar. As he rubbed his hands to his eyes, another thing that felt right by my sight seeing. Did he ask me a simple question, 'what was the last thing I remember?' and truth be told, I don't even know.