Whispered promises

Chapter 6

I spent four and a half hours in the garage, my frustration mounting with each passing minute. After the crash, my bike was in shambles, and I had been tirelessly working to get it running again. Broken parts needed to be replaced, and I meticulously tinkered with every component, desperate to breathe life back into the machine that had once been a gift from Alec.

Finally, I turned the ignition key, hoping for a glimmer of success. The engine roared to life momentarily, only to sputter and die out again. I clenched my fists, my frustration reaching its peak. Without thinking, I lashed out and kicked my bike, causing it to topple over in the corner of the garage.

Defeated, I took a seat on a nearby stool, my mind swirling with emotions. I couldn't fathom why I couldn't get the damn thing to work again. As I sat there, stewing in my frustration, my gaze absentmindedly drifted across the garage. That's when I noticed it-a glimpse of something behind a board leaning against the wall.

Curiosity piqued, I got up and pushed the board away, revealing a hidden compartment. My eyes widened as I saw it was a collection of newspaper articles, paperwork, and photographs-evidence of my disappearance, fragments of a past that had been stolen from me.

My heart raced as I scanned the wall, now covered with these remnants of my lost life. Anger welled up within me, fueled by the knowledge that I could never tell my parents why or how WCKD had taken me. I couldn't provide them with closure, and it gnawed at my shattered soul. The memories of my parents and sister had been snatched away by WCKD , leaving a void that could never be filled.

The thought of an alternate life, one untainted by WCKD's interference, ignited a fiery rage within me. I tore one of the news articles off the wall, watching it flutter to the floor of the garage. The image of a security camera photo caught my eye-a blurred symbol on a man's shoulder sleeve. I knew exactly what it meant, who they were, and what they represented.

Crushing the photo in my hand, I let it fall to the ground, a testament to my anger and defiance. The weight of the past seemed unbearable, and in a surge of frustration, I yelled in agony as I began ripping the articles and research off the wall, tearing them to shreds. Again and again, I tore at the memories that had haunted me, hoping to rid myself of their relentless hold.

Amidst Katrina's rampage, Argent and Victoria heard the yell and immediately got up from their kitchen chairs, their footsteps quickening as they made their way to the source of the commotion. As they entered the room, they beheld the scene before them-a torrent of papers and information strewn across the floor, a manifestation of my anger and pain. The heartbroken and defeated look in their daughter's eyes crushed them.

Argent's voice cut through the air, his concern evident. "Katrina, hey, hey..." he called out, rushing towards me. He and Victoria saw the anger etched across my face, the turmoil racking my body. They recognized the need to intervene, to shield me from my own fury and help me find my way back to a place of peace.

"I hate it... I wanna remember," I yelled, my voice laced with desperation. The words escaped my lips like a plea, a desperate for control over my own mind. I struck the wall with my fist, my energy spent, and slumped down, defeated. The weight of the memories, both guilt and painful, threatened to consume me entirely.

In that moment, my dad and my mom embraced me, wrapping their arms around me tightly. "I got you," my mom whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and determination.
I took a deep breath and whispered, "I want to remember." And with those words, a flicker of resilience ignited within me, promising the possibility of reclaiming what memories I had of my family from my childhood.

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I couldn't sleep that , everything was flying around my head at million miles per hour , I needed to quiet the noise , and now I managed to get my bike running I needed a escape from the restless nights . I quickly and quietly got up out of bed getting changed and opened my window hopping out of it and landing feet first on the ground and walking my bike down the road so my parents or Allison wouldn't wake up to the sound of the bike starting .