[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

"Avallone?" A voice asked me, waking me from my slumber. I opened my eyes and glanced around the room. Where did that voi - oh, the owner is standing above me.
I turned around on the couch and awkwardly waved at the blonde woman standing in front of me. 'Who the hell is this? And how does she know me?' I aske myself, starting to worry. Maybe I was getting paranoid, but I was still scared out of my wits.
"Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you!" She exclaimed, wrapping me in a hug. I pushed her away and stood up, just as soon as the man in the cape who had hugged me yesterday walked in. "Oh, Lady Pots, has the man of iron informed you yet of Avallone's memory less?"
The strawberry blonde woman gasped, and looked at me. "Memory loss?" She questioned him. He nodded, and came to stand beside me. "Yes, she was in a plane crash, and hit her head a little too hard."
"Oh, then let me start again. I'm Pepper Potts, Tony's partner." She said, extending her hand. "We used to be pretty close," She whispered as I eyed her hand uncertainly. I finally accepted her offer, and we pumped each other's hands up and down.
When we let go, she turned to Thor and asked, "So, whose job is it to refresh her memory?" Before he could even open his mouth to answer, Bruce walked in and answered her inquiry.
"The doctor said it was such severe amnesia, that there is nothing we can do, but only she can do. She has to unlock her memories, which her brains had seemed to lock away."
I stared at him in shock, my mouth wide open. My brain had locked my memories away. Why? I asked that very question. "Well, it's most likely because while you were sleeping, you were having a nightmare, and your brain would have been trying to stop it when the plane crashed. The impact would have confused your brain, forcing it to lock away your memories." He explained, taking an apple and walking out of the room.

The city looked beautiful in the morning, when people are at work, students are at school, and those with no job are still in bed; it's quiet. I happily walked through New York Central Park, the breeze softly blowing through my hair.
There was a book tucked under the crook of my arm, and my earphones were plugged into my ears. I swayed to the music, content for a moment with my life.
But, I knew that it would come crashing back down in moments, most likely when they realised I was missing from the tower. Wasn't I even allowed to disappear from the tower for a few hours? Am I such a bad mental shape that I need to be cooped up 24/7?
"Avallone!" A young woman, looking to be about my age exclaimed, walking quickly towards me. She had a man in tow, which I'm guessing was her boyfriend, considering her finger was bare.
"Do I know you?" I asked, searching my memory. But, I know it was no use. If I did not remember anything about the people who apparently mattered the most in my life, how much more could I remember this woman?
She opened her mouth in shock, and then quickly shut it. "Look, I know we had a fight and all the last time we saw each other, but I want to make right the wrongs that were committed and start again. What do you say?"
Her brown eyes waited expectantly, and I was fighting myself with an answer. What do I say to this woman? "Well, according to my 'friends'," I started, putting air quotes around the word friends, "I was in a very serious plane crash, lost my memory, and will most probably never get it back. So, please, you may have to remind me who you are."
I gave my sweetest smile, but the couple was stunned. "Oh," Was all she could say. Luckily, he was quick enough to catch on and explain. "Well, this here is Macy, who was your best friend, and I am her boyfriend, John. We uh, well the last time we talked, we weren't on the best of terms."
"Hmm, so it sounds like I had a fight with both of you." I pondered. They nodded their heads. "Okay. Well, then goodbye! It was nice meeting you again!" I called out over my shoulder, now walking away from them.
"Avallone, wait!" The girl, Macy called out, but I waved her away with my hand. "Obviously, when I still had all my memories, I was smart enough to leave what happened between us alone."
Oh, if only I could have seen their faces when I said that, but I resisted the urge to turn around, despite it being so strong. As I walked along the man-made paths, I wandered about the life I lived before I lost my memories.
Was it exciting? Dull? Maybe I was adventurous? Did I have any super powers? I aimed my hands at a tree, made sure no one was in sight, and tried to see if I had super powers.
That was a no go.
I made my way back to the tower, a little less content than before. With all my might, I wanted to know who I was before the plane crash. I needed to know if I had been any different than what I was now, or if I had just been the same crazy girl.
My room was empty as I walked in, and lay down on my bed. But that soon got boring, and I walked into the bathroom. I was washing my hands after going toilet, and discovered a slight blood stain on the sink basin. Blood stain?
Seraching my body, I found numerous scars and cuts, some looking quite fresh. What the hell? I cut myself? Suddenly, an unknown, yet familiar urge to take a cold blade to my wrist arose, and I followed the impulse.
My mind screamed at me to stop, because they wanted me to stop, but I didn't know what they wanted. I hadn't been told that I wasn't allowed to do this, so really, I could.
"Don't." I heard a voice say. It was a feminine voice, and I heard a whisper. Looking up, I saw no one, but in the back of my mind, I knew who it was. The lady that kept appearing in my dreams. Did she haunt me before the crash? Or is this a new development?