Lost Memories (Leon S. Kennedy X OC): Book 2

chapter 1

Four years later...

The light peeked through the blinds of my apartment bedroom. It was a cool morning and I pulled my blanket up as far as I could. Winter has just begun here in Washington D.C. but it feels like we were smack in the middle of it.

I could still feel the heaviness from my slumber but I knew I needed to get up for the day. It was the first day of my final semester of my undergraduate degree. Today I had no classes scheduled but I wanted to find them to save me the trouble tomorrow. Not to mention I had some last minute shopping to do.

I stood up and made my way into the restroom. My skin was pale and my eyes carried heavy bags. This was the third night that I had been getting the same recurring nightmare.

I was in this lab, there were monsters surrounding me and I could never find an escape. It felt all too real but also very familiar. However, I could never pinpoint exactly where this dream came from. Even my therapist tried to find a reasoning but couldn't come up with one.

I knew my name was Diana Guerrero, my parents and I were in an accident four years ago. I was the only one that survived. I had no immediate family but my parents left me with enough funds to get by.

Once I finished my morning routine, I put on a few layers due to the snow that had begun to trickle down. I grabbed my purse and made my way to the university to search for my classes. It wasn't hard once I arrived to the campus. I had began going here after I made a full recovery from the accident.

The last two classes I needed to find were Neurobiology and Immunology which I felt would be a piece of cake. Once I had found my labs, I made my way over to the bookstore to purchase my textbooks and meet a friend for lunch.

Teresa was the first person I met here and we clicked instantly. She too had lost her parents and we found a way to help each other go through the grieving process.

I barely remember my parents, I don't know what they look like and I can't remember who they were. I don't even remember the last words I ever said to them. It's a weird feeling, grieving over two individuals who you love so much, but are strangers to you.

My head began to hurt, this usually happened when I thought back to the accident. It never sat right with me, the officer said that my dad must've fell asleep at the wheel but she couldn't be too sure. It was also storming that night but the thing is... i don't remember my family ever getting in the car or make the decision to go somewhere so late. I decided to order a latte with a muffin to eat and picked a table close to the window.

The door rang and I turned to find Teresa searching the shop. She finally sees me and begins to walk over.

"Diana, hey! How are you?" She asks while pulling me in for a hug. I return the hug.

"I'm doing good, how about you? Did you get the classes you wanted this semester?" I ask

"I'm doing good and you fucking know I did. There was no way I was going to let them be taken by underclassmen !" She said and I chuckled.

"How's Daniel doing?" I ask. Her and her boyfriend had met last year. At first, I was hesitant to hang around them but Teresa reassured me that it would be fine. Plus, they were both fun to be around. They constantly cracked jokes with each other and made sure I felt apart of the group when I would tag along, which wasn't too often.

I had tried dating a couple of guys here and there but they ended up just wanting a quick one night stand. I wanted something more but I didn't know what. Once Teresa received her coffee, we caught up with each other and update anything new going on in our lives.

"So what's new in therapy?" She asks.

"Nothing new, it's just the same nightmare I've been having since that night." I respond.