~Fading~ [original story]

Day 6

This morning was good, but we were going back to school after the blizzard passed us. That day was moved to tomorrow, their weather predicitions were wrong again.

Caine stayed out of the way, only talking to me occasionally for random things. I was swimming in questions, going under and under. What was the baby bird like? I knew I was taking care of one and it was killed by a group at school, but I don't remember what I was doing with a bird in the first place.

"Hey! Cheer up, sis! They cleared up the roads! Now WE get to clear out the path to our door!" Sayla said, patting my back rather hard. I smiled at her cheerful face and nodded.

"Sounds absolutely magnificent." I said, no sign of me being actually serious was hinted in my voice.

Caine laughed, an ironic laugh. "Well, I can help." He offered as he stood up. "I will break up the thick snow for you, and then you can take it from there." He said, noticing Sayla's disapproving look.

I rubbed my head and then got dressed in the warmest clothing I could find. I was also given a shovel to scoop away the snow.

Caine didn't take long to soften the snow, and I took on my job. I dug for what felt like hours, until I made a hole that went from our front door to our lawn. Just a small crawl space. Sayla laughed and crawled after me so we could dig from the outside.  Caine decided to follow for the fun of it.

We had been digging through the snow for the longest time before neighbors came to help us. After we finished our lawn was the bigger pile and our front door was revealed again. I walked inside and told our neighbors to follow, I would make Hot Chocolate and Coffee for everyone.

This is what I decided. I couldn't remember any of their names, but we all seemed to be pretty great friends so I wanted to be nice since they helped us out.

After the drinks were done I handed them out. We conversed, made jokes, talked about christmas. We didn't celebrate christmas without our grandpa, so we didn't get anything yet. The stories of everybody's christmas was wonderful, I could just picture it in  my head. The happy voices, the cheery music the expensive gifts! all the wonders of christmas! I only had one memory of it, but I had recently watched plenty of movies about Christmas.

The neighbors all left to the comfort of their homes after the sun slept and the moon came to play. Caine had also left, telling us he had important business to tend to. I waved him off and then looked back towards my worn sister. We had a rough day, but she didn't want to sleep yet.

"Are you really ready to go to school?" She asked me unsurely.

I nodded, not wanting to miss any school. "well, it'll be hard-"

"Then I'll call you off! I'll take you to the hospital!" Sayla argued. All I could do was nod, because she wasn't the type to give up. It didn't get annoying, she was just stubborn that way.

I didn't say anything more at all. We both stayed pretty far from eachother that evening. All I did was research memory loss a little bit more. Maybe this time my constant typing would finally unwravel something- anything.

For hours I stared at a screen that emitted a light blue glow against my pale face. Memory loss didn't have a cure, says a doctor website.

I laughed, Not my memory loss. I wondered why I even tried to find out anything.

I was going to get off until an article caught my eye and dragged me back to the screen. This was it. What I was looking for.

"Since 1998 this organization ruled by the government has been experimenting on memory loss, being able to take memories from a human brain and transport it to someone else. We want to learn more about how the human brain worked, so we did experiments on test subjects. Our test subjects reached up to 477, until we stopped there. We received too many complaints on missing children. We stil work monthly on any subjects we are able to find."

To think they would give out so much information... I let out a really deep sigh. I was number 476. Who was 477? I would probably never find out. Ever. Something still ran through my mind,

Why was I getting memories back if they gave them to someone else? This baffled me. Maybe I might have been special in the end.. This wasn't likely at all, I knew this. The possibilities stretched endlessly on through the night as I laid next to my sister who dreamt soundly.

Something hit me.

What if the only reason they stopped at 477 was because I was the one?