~Fading~ [original story]

Day 5

The blizzard had shut us in by now. Our windows were completely covered, it was dark when I woke up at 11 in the afternoon. I'd imagine that our door was probably forced shut by tons of snow, as well. It was a bit scary because I didnt know how deep the snow actually was just by looking out the window, but I was on the second floor. It was most likely snow drifts, but the blizzard was supposed to last 3 days, and this was only the first.

I was awaken by a scream- it was Sayla's. I jumped out of bed and ran to the direction of her voice, only to discover that she had seen Caine, and wasn't on good terms with him.
"I'm sorry! I thought you were Juliet!" Caine apologized over and over again.
Sayla growled at this, "Whatever! I can't believe you did that to me! Why did she let you in the house anyways?!" She spat, not shutting up at all.
"S-sayla..?" I asked, "What happened..?"
"He-" Sayla began, but she was interrupted by Caine, who covered her mouth.
"I did nothing!" He argued.
They continued fighting until the smoke alarm went off, and then Sayla rushed to the kitchen. "I forgot about the French Toast!" She cried as she left to tend to it. Caine let out a relieving sigh that she left, and then sat on the couch.
"Might wanna get comfortable." He said as he let out a depp breath. I frowned and walked back upstairs with silent steps. I had no appetite, nor did I have any desire to stay down there. As soon as Sayla was done cooking they started bickering again. I didn't listen in- instead I searched through my dresser and found headphones and a small device. I clicked play and the music suddenly filled my ears, singing through my head and sending me into another place.
It was amazing. I forgot about music. I forgot that I liked this.

I was lying on the bed with the music sounding through my ears when my sister stomped in. I didn't notice until she jumped onto the bed next to me and unplugged my headphones from the device. The music stopped playing through my head but filled the empty air around us.
I frowned and looked at her.
"What, party pooper?" I asked glumly. The music didn't sound as great through the small device, it was better through headphones that covered me from the outside world. I slipped the headphones off of my head since the sound no longer shot through their speakers.

"That stupid Caine! he came up behind me and hugged me! around my neck!" She yelled, and I jumped. her loud voice was nothing compared to the music now.
"Calm down, he's nice. He's the reason I came home by today." I said, trying to get her to lower her voice.
She froze, staring at me with wide, green eyes. "You aren't doing anything with him, right?!" she screeched, and I had to cover my ears at her annoying voice. Again. She was my sister, but her yelling made her voice sound less... soothing.
"Of course not, Sayla! Now calm down! I only let him stay because he looked like me standing at the door when I first came here. He isn't that type of person so try to calm down." I reassured her, trying to plug my headphones back in, but she stopped me by taking the device away and shutting it off. I stared at her with a hurt look, I just re-discovered music and she took it away.
I sighed and fell back down onto my pillow.
She stood without another word and left. Something was wrong with her. It must have been the wrong morning. I shrugged and closed my eyes, drifting into sleep.

I slept for a bit, but was awaken by the unsettling of the bed. I grumbled in disapproval and turned over to look at who I thought was Sayla, but it was Caine. He was warm against me, which must have meant he was there for a while. I closed my eyes, and then felt his arm wrap around me lightly, like I wouldn't notice. I smiled, not wanting to move him. If Sayla saw- she'd freak. I just realized she'd kill Caine and keep my music from me if she caught us like this. I jumped out of the bed and then Caine sat up quickly with a look that showed disappointment.
I walked out of the room quickly with nothing to say. I didn't want to say sorry, that'd make it awkward. I couldn't say that he was stupid for it, because he wasn't.

I walked to the couch and noticed Sayla was asleep with the TV on. I clicked it off and covered her up with the nice soft blanket that sat right by her. A smile crept across her face as she slept, she was way more comfortable this way.

I walked back upstairs where Caine was, and he was back asleep. Already. that was fast. I didn't know what to do so I took a bath. It was soothing, calm, quiet. My memories were still faded, blurred, scribbled out. I had new ones being re-created though. New memories that I could hold dear to me and never lose again.
I remembered what Caine had said, though. That they did that monthly. Stripped my memories from me. I had yet to find out why. I sunk down into the bubbly water and smiled, this was warm.
Silence filled the air again.  I remembered my music, it would be great to listen to that in the bath.  There was no way I would risk walking outside of the bathroom in just a towel with Caine here. Even if he was asleep, what if he woke up suddenly and saw me?!
I blushed at the thought and sunk farther into the water in embarassment. Nobody could see me, so I sat back up and finished my bath. I put on my day-clothes, because it was late afternoon still. I grabbed my headphones and snuck my I-pod away from my sister. I had heard her telling Caine, "Don't let her touch this I-pod! all she ever did was listen to this! She never spent real time with me!"
I stopped before plugging the headphones in. That's the type of sister I was. A wave of guilt swarmed over me. And then, a memory punched me in the face-metaphorically speaking.

"Come on, Juliet! We are going to be late! We promised to be there by four!
"I dont want to go! They don't like me!"
"It's because of that dumb I-pod, right?! Because they don't allow those devices in the club room?!"
"Just go without me! Jeez, Sayla! Just go away!"

So we were a quarreling pair. Of course we were. We had many happy memories though, they almost outruled the bad memories.
Almost.

I set the i-pod and headphones down and wondered what to do now. I could go sleep in the bed with Caine, but if Sayla caught us Caine would be dead by tomorrow.

Too bad, he can die.
I laughed at that thought. I walked into the room and laid down in my spot, and Caine smiled happily. This was great. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.

Before I knew it, I was asleep. It was a great dream.. But it was so realistic- a memory even!
That's it. It was another memory.

"Julieeet! Get the apple!"
"I'm almost there, Sayla!"
"Reach, Juliet! You're the princess, remember?"
"Yeah, Yeah.. Why can't Sayla be the princess instead?"
"Because Juliet is better than Sayla! Did you get the apple?"
"Yeah!"
I was trying to get an apple for her as we discussed the play Romeo and Juliet. She wanted to share an apple with me before the play, where I played Juliet. Caine was playing Romeo. And we were so young, too. We were at least 10.

I woke up, and looked back at him. Caine was still there, his arm around me again. He knew me from childhood.. what happened to him, though? Why didn't he say anything about us? he told memories of his childhood, but nothing about me. Maybe this was why he was in pain around me. He never looked happy when he told memories.

I shook him lightly, it was late. "hey, Caine, you'd better move to your room." I said, smiling.
Caine nodded sleepily and untangled his arm from me, leaving to his room. Not much later, Sayla wandered in and laid next to me. I want to know what triggered my memories like that. Maybe if it was a touch from someone close to me then I would be able to regain the memories with them. I grabbed Sayla's hand, but she was asleep, and I placed it by my heart. I fell asleep, and had another memory.

I was sitting alone on a school bench, crying. The tears stained my pale hands and my hair hung over my face.
She came next to me, cheerfully and brought me lunch. She told me that things like this just happened and I should get over it.
"The bird you were taking care of died. It's okay." She reassured me. "It's almost impossible to take care of baby birds if you aren't a bird yourself. Now eat up."
"Somebody KILLED it!" I screamed at her. "It was beaten up and brusied right outside of the place I kept it! Things like that don't just HAPPEN!" I was yelling, crying, being torn apart bit by bit.
"We can get you a pet bird." She told me.
I shook my head stubbornly. "No! It's not the same, so it doesn't matter now."

With that, the memory ended, as did my slumber. In two minutes, the 6th day of my memory loss would happen. And I didn't know anything at all about myself.