Little Secrets

17

Nobody can help me.

Here I stay forever, but why?
I had a life. But I can't seem to remember any of it.

There was a guy. His hair was short and his smile oh so nice. He spoke gently to me. He was amazing. But who was he?

Someone who seemed to protect me, who knew what I liked and what I wanted. A ring on my finger, I see it, what does it mean. It's slightly rusted and it's indented into my finger.

It doesn't hurt, I think it's just meant to be like that. I don't know what it is, or who I am.

Maybe he knows who I am.

I can hear his gentle voice, calming and peaceful. I want to know who he was. His touch lingers slightly on my skin, I knew him, but I don't know him.

I had a life, possibly with someone, but I had a life.

Life seemed so simple yet I can't remember it.

1943, when my life disappeared, along with my moments and memories.

I know him. I know I do.

Staring up at the ceiling, my mind broken. The voice in my head that speaks is undecipherable. It sounds like a radio wave but like it's speaking to me.

What is it? It hurts!

Hush...

Then silence fills my room. I can't even think. Sitting up abruptly, I stare at my wall. It's got a large painting upon it.

A woman laid across a rock, her leg up in the air- laying up on her elbows smiling. She's so pretty. Her hair is beautifully long and golden.

Absolutely beautiful.

I wish I looked like her.

Noises catch my attention from outside the room. Metal stomping along. What is that?

On instinct I stand up and get ready to fight. My fists up, fire surrounding my hands. Why is it green? My powers, they're green? They've changed...

I can't remember anything...

Okay just relax!

Breathe in breathe out.

Attack!

What?! Hello?

Panic fills the room, I stumble back in shock. Someone's in my head.

What's wrong? You're okay!

A croaked breathe releases from my throat as it tightens slightly. This is a dream. Controlling my mind.

"Antonia?" A voice is distant I can't understand it.

"Antonia." It repeats.

"Antonia!" Hand on my shoulders force me to look at them. Their hands firm. It's Loki.

"Are you okay? Why are you panicking?" His eyes are wide, thoughts rushing through his mind. He stares at me trying to read my features.

"What's going on?" He asks, his voice lower, it's comforting.

"I don't know. I think I'm just overthinking everything. I haven't been able to get away for so long my mind is- I don't know. I think I'm just tired" I stumble over my words.

He presses his lips together, understanding. "Okay, come on get ready, Thor is getting crowned today"

"Lovely" I say sarcastically, which makes Loki chuckle.

"Indeed. Okay find something to wear" he smiles walking out of my room.

Wear?

I get to choose what I want to wear. Walking over to the closet, I sigh. As I open it, I'm bombarded with long dresses in colours of green, blue, cream and a weird brown. What is this?