Wrath; The Fallen (book one)

Prologue

    All I remember of that day is the feeling of shame, a falling sensation, a hard thud, and a "Is she okay?!".

   That day, seven years ago to this day, is still a huge mystery to me. The next day, of course, is still crystal clear in my mind.

    I woke up in the whitest room I've ever seen. White ceiling, white wall, white floor, white bed, white sheets, even the medical equipment was white. But, to my right, there was a violation of the white. A gorgeous vase filled with yellow, orange, red, purple, and light blue flowers stood out against the room. I reached out my hand, or what I thought was my hand, and stroked one. The tanned hand unsteadily did as I commanded. I tried to lift the vase, but my muscles were too weak. So I just stared at the beauties, struck by the colors. I don't know how much longer later, but when there was a squeal of, "Mommy! Look! Look! The pretty girl is awake!" I was so out of it, I didn't even bother to look. I just stared at the colors. Something about those colors just stirred something in me; a memory, a feeling, I don't know. My mind was screaming, searing, commanding me to remember.

    I finally looked at the panicked voices when someone shined a flashlight in my eyes. "Ma'am," the doctor cried, "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" I raised my wobbly hand to my eyes and answered, "Of course I freaking hear you! Now get that light out of my face!"

The doctor obeyed and answered, "Sorry Ma'am. May I know your name?"

   I thought long and hard, yet after a good three minutes, I couldn't remember. "Ma'am? Do you know your name?" Taking a breath, I replied icily, "No. I cannot. But, can someone do me the small pleasure of telling where I am and what happened?"

    "Ma'am, your in St. Charles Medical Center. In Oregon." The doctor answered, picking up limbs inspecting them, and setting them back down. "Why am I in a hospital?" I asked, glaring at him while picking up one of my legs and dropping them.

     "You feel from something and this kind lady took you to the hospital." He finally finished up with my limbs and moved aside to show my a foreigner looking woman with a small child, maybe five or six, sucking on her thumb. The lady rushed towards me and gushed, with a completely American accent, "Oh! Thank goodness your okay! When I found you on the ground, I had no idea if you were safe or not! You were out cold and looked pale. Thank goodness!" I blinked at her endless talking and asked, grateful, "What's your name?" She smiled and said, "My name is Canary," She pulled her young daughter closer, "And this is my daughter, Lissa." Lissa smiled and cried, "My name is Lissa Gokushira and I wanna be a Barine Miooloist!" Canary rubbed her head and corrected, "A Marine Biologist, sweetie."

   I smiled and answered, "How nice." Then I turned towards the Doctor and asked venomously, (If you hadn't picked this up, I wasn't in the best of moods),"Okay, What's the deal with me?" Acting all geeky all of a sudden, he glanced at his clipboard and reported, flabbergasted, "Your case is amazing, really, Miss. You had a dozen fracured bones, a dislodged shoulder, and a very, very slight concussion. But, by the guesses from the extent of the injuries, you fell from a great hight with great power. It's really a miracle your here, sweetie."

    I honestly didn't care all that much. I just wanted out of the white room. Everywhere I looked there was white, white, white! It was driving me color-crazy. My only relief was the vase of the flowers. But I couldn't gawk at them forever. "When am I going to get out of here?"

"As soon as we find your parents and you can remember certain things. Like Name, Age, and Birthday. So you'll be staying in here for a month or two with therapists while we track down your parents." He was still looking at the clipboard like he was a dweeb or something. Instead of thinking, 'How are they going to track down my parents' I thought out loud, very loudly in fact, "THERAPISTS?" I swear, I had a heart attack right then and there.

.........

The therapists honestly weren't that bad. They helped my figure out a lot of my physcological problems. Oh yeah and....

I WAS LYING!

The therapists were horrid! Sure, I figured out my name, age, and birthday, but besides that, nothing. They sat there, all smiley, talking to you like your a six year old. (I was actually twelve, by the way,) and when you tell them there's nothing wrong with you, they scribble something on their clipboard and murmur, "Denial...," They drove me crazier than my perfectly white room. They'd be like, "So, Azara," (My name.) "Have you remembered anything yet? Any words, smells, or something made you remember your little life, sweetums?" Yep. Pure torture.

So, while I lived through the therapists, they did a wide scan search for my parents. They came out with nothing. No realitives, no nothing. So, they said I would have to have foster-parents or adopted-parents. I was dreading it, until, halluejah!, Canary said she'd adopt me. Lissa, Canary, and I have actually became good friends; she had visited often.

So, I became part of the Gokushira family and went to school, got good grades, and lived happily ever after, right?

WRONG!

As with everyone, My past came back to bite me on the butt. Also let me say, this bite was a strong and.... holy bite.