Who is he? Where is he? Why can't he remember anything. How old is he? Was he a criminal? What did he like to do.
A boy wakes up, but he has no memory, and doesn't even know where he is.
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The Start Of It All
Bracing himself he stood in front of the door,taking a deep breath he slid the door open.
Now was the start to finding his memories.
As soon as the boy stepped out of the room he came to a halt. The hallway was not like how the classroom was. He turned around and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge making him curse under his breath. Letting out a sigh he stepped away from the jammed door and ran a hand through his hair. He told that thing off with confidence, he couldn't chicken out now. He didn't know what that entity was or what it could do but something told the boy that having a strong resolve in himself was something he needed if he wanted to keep himself safe. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again they had a sharp look to them.
"Okay, come on let's go." He breathed in sharply.
Turning on his heel he started to walk down the hallway. He made sure to keep himself to the wall, just in case someone was here. The classrooms' hallway windows were boarded up, allowing no one that was outside the room to peer in. The boy guessed that this whole floor was unused, and probably would stay that way for a while. He made it to the stairs and stopped once again, taking another moment to calm his head before he walked down. When he did walk down he was met with a bunch of chairs and tables stacked up in front of a chain, blocking off his access to the lower floor.
Having no other choice the boy picked up the desks one by one, moving them behind him so he could duck under the chain. When he did he felt a weird feeling in his chest, he couldn't describe it but it was just something that was less than pleasant. Clenching the cloth around his heart he went on his way to find a way out of this school. The windows on this floor weren't boarded up, it felt like a lot of time had passed but the sky looked the same as when he was upstairs. His body tensed up as he walked the halls, trying to find the stairs leading down. Something was causing him to feel paranoid like someone was going to appear or someone was watching them.
"Calm down... I'm sure nothing will happen." He tried to reassure himself, his arms tightly pressed against his body. "No one would be inside at this time... I hope..."
He wandered a bit before he found the next flight of stairs, this one having no obstacles. As soon as he left the stairwell he heard someone's voice. Feeling a sense of panic rise up in his chest he quickly got into the nearest classroom. The voice was getting closer allowing limited time for him to find a hiding place. Locking eyes with the teacher's podium he ducked under it, hoping to god that no one would find him.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be quick. I just left something in class." A male's voice said as footsteps entering the class were heard. The footsteps stopped just as he entered the room, then sounding like he was turning around.
"Dude hurry up, I'm hungry. I want to go eat before we can't find a table." Another male groaned as it sounded like he stepped inside.
"The door's open, everyone already left for the day." The first voice said in a perplexed tone.
"Is that really weird? Maybe someone just forgot to close it?"
"We were the last to leave and I didn't see anyone come back here."
"Fine, go ahead and see if anyone's in here. I'll just patiently starve to death waiting over here." The other groaned as he left the classroom.
The boy in hiding covered his mouth to lessen the sound of his breathing as he backed up against the inside of the podium. Footsteps slowly got closer and closer to where he was. A couple of times they would suddenly stop, presumably looking at the other parts of the room. Then out of the corner of the boy's eyes, he saw the other's feet. That's when the other bent over to look under the podium.
The two locked eyes, scaring the boy who looked like he assaulted someone. The other was dressed in a clean school uniform, the color pallet being black, red, and white. He was wearing what the disheveled boy presumed to be a white sweater vest alternative, his shoes were a pair of black sneakers, his hair dark brown that was brushed in front of his eyes. Now the less clean-looking of the two was visibly shaking. Just as the brown-haired boy was about to say something his friend cut him off.
"Yo Intak? Don't tell me you actually found someone?" His friend said as he walked up to look under the podium. "Dude there's no one there, had me excited for nothing."
"I just thought I saw something... guess I was wrong." Intak said as his eyes lingered for a bit before he stood up.
"Maybe you need glasses, there's not even something as minor as a piece of lead." His friend joked slapping his shoulder as he laughed. "Now let's go get some food!"
"Haha... let's. Practice be getting harder." Intak joined his friend's laughter, although it wasn't one of joy but one of confusion.
When they left the room the boy got out of his hiding spot. He stood there staring blankly, he was confused. How could one of them see him but the other couldn't? Was he covering for him? But they've never met... but then again he doesn't even know his own name. Maybe they were friends but he forgot about him? Maybe they decided to play a prank but it went wrong and he doesn't know? He heard a whisper that he couldn't make out, making him jump and turn to where he heard it. No one was there but he swore he saw a scribbly smile in the window.
He shook his head, taking a moment to breathe before making sure the two boys left and leaving the room himself.
