His HOPE

Chapter 2

Hope

Watson. It's Watson's voice.

Suddenly assertion consumed me and I felt him wrapping his arms around me, bringing me into his strong embrace. Making me feel protected.

Soon, I felt my bounded arms and legs getting freed and my difficulty in moving, ended.

My breathing became even and my tears stopped flowing anymore.

I opened my eyes slowly, desperately taking in my familiar surroundings.

I'm back in my cocoon, my room. Yellow light from the lamp on my side table is illuminating the room, comforting me exceptionally against my fear of darkness.

"Everything is fine. I'm here." Watson's voice brought me back from my previous stance. The dread that I was feeling earlier, gradually left my body. I again got control of my mind and was able to think straight.

It was just a nightmare.

It looked real, the strangest out of all nightmares I've ever had. But nonetheless, it was just a nightmare. A nightmare that followed the most beautiful and comforting dream I've ever had.

Shaking my head, I tried to forget all of it. Even the unfamiliar but warm faces of that couple. Because in my cold and still life, there was no place for hoping and desiring the feeling of having parents and a normal life.

My life has been different from others. Because I'm different from others. At least that's what Grandma and Pa used to tell me.

And after a few years of living with them, I accepted that point.

However, after years of longing and loneliness, I've finally got someone whom I can call a friend. A friend who brought a bit of normalcy into my different life.

Watson. My first and only friend.

As soon as I felt my breathing and nerves getting normal, a feeling of intimacy covered my senses. I could feel his body pressed into mine, making me very well aware of its every strong muscle I'd never felt before because the most physical contact we'd ever had was a slight brush on the arm or shoulder, which was also always accidental.

My face was in the crook of his neck and his hands were wrapped around me, trying to secure me from the unknown. The earthy scent was emanating from his skin and filling my senses completely. Clouding my need to think rationally.

Soon blush crept on my cheeks and my heartbeat started getting uneven again.

This was the most human contact I've ever felt in my life other than my grandma and Pa's, which was a lot different than this one as they were my guardians and he-

Well, he is him. WATSON.

Watson and I have known each other for nearly two years. He is the first person I got introduced to and met officially other than my guardians. Throughout my life, I've rarely stepped foot outside this house and bookstore. I've learned whatever I could from Grandma as she was the teacher in a well-known school that was close to our place.

I was never allowed to go outside or meet other people because Pa told me that when they found me, they got to know that I was with my parents when we met in an unusual accident.

They both died on the spot but I miraculously survived. They said when the police investigated the accident, it was found that it was intentional. Someone tried to kill us. And the fact that I was the lone victim who survived, it was highly possible that they would come behind me.

That's why I've spent my life hiding in this place and have kept my contact with the outside world minimal.

Pa told me that as soon as the rescue team pulled me out of the car, the car burst into flames, and nothing left from it that could help them identify my identity or who my parents were. Moreover, with the shock and trauma of meeting with such an accident, I lost my memory too. Losing the only source that could help us find who I was.