I push past the shrubbery. You know how in the movies the person being chased looks back and then trips over something? Would it be cliche if I said that happened to me? Because that's exactly what happened. I look back, trip on a big log and bump my head on a rock. I moan in pain. Then I see a figure standing over me. I feel a prick on my arm.
I find myself staring up at the sky. Dark spots cloud my vision. I remember thinking ouch my head is really sore. I wake up on a bed. I don't know where I am. I snuggle deeper into the bed. My head is spinning and I'm drowsy.
Something moves beside me. I can't remember anything. Who am I? Where am I? What??? A cloud of questions fog my brain. I feel arms wrap around my waist. I shiver and tense up under the touch. Who is touching me?
I wriggle away. I turn around to face the person. It's a guy. I'm in bed with a guy? Who is he?
"Um, who are you"? I ask. The body tenses and unravels his arms from my side.
"What"?
"Who are you"?
"You don't know who I am"?
"Should I"?
"Yes"!
"Oh".
"I'm your mate! Jackson".
"What's a mate? I don't have a mate. Where am I"?
He sighs and gets out of the bed. I shudder at how little clothing he has on. I feel awkward. What am I supposed to do? Sit here? Or go after him and risk getting lost? This does seem like a big house. They must be rich. I'm dating a rich guy? I have good taste.
But I still don't know who I am. I mean. What's my name? A million thoughts plough through my brain. I shake my head. It has to be clear. Okay, think. What is my name?
Okay, I try to think of what people might have called me. Raven rings a bell. But who would call me raven? Hmm. This is hard! Uh, let's think.
Raven Hood. Um, that's uh Robin Hood's sister. Am I her? No! Never! Not me! But I can feel nature in my veins... No! Not true!
Okay. I look around the room. There is a bag with girls clothes in it. Mine I guess. I check the name tag. I make out Emma Watts in scribbly writing on it. That's my name? Oh well, it'll do for now.
Okay, where do I live?
Forest instantly comes to mind. Do I live in the woods? No surely not! I groan in annoyance. This is so frustrating. I spot a bright pink iPhone on the bedside table. I pick it up. Damn it had a passcode? Typical!
I put in random numbers. I then wait a minute. Then five. I disable it like 20 times. I swear I've tried every combination in the book! Oh, wait! It's worth a shot! 2611 Yes! Oh my god! Got it! It must be my birthday or something.
I look through the iPhone playing a few games. Then I get down to business. I scroll through the notes, settings, news, internet, Youtube and pretty much every app there was! I change the password to 1111 since I'll never remember the first one.
Which I've forgotten already. I scroll through the photos. Most are of the woods. Some were animals.
But then I come to a photo. I have a bow and arrow at hand in the woods holding up a pair of antlers. I was smiling ear to ear.
Then the next one must be a family photo or wait...
That's Jackson. That's Aiden. I know these people. It's all coming back. Oh great I was running from Jackson then I tripped. And he caught me... That can't be good. I race down the stairs.
There, sitting at the kitchen table was Jackson and his mum I'm guessing. They were talking. About me. I eves drop on them for like two minutes. It's probably a mean thing to do but oh well! They say stuff about me losing my memory and Jackson says he loves me. Awww! Then the rest is blah blah blah!
I walk in. They freeze in mid-sentence. "I'm sorry. My memory is back, I remember everything"!
"Thank god", Jackson mumbles. I obviously wasn't meant to hear it. He said it under his breath. Then he said to me "oh great"!
"So you know who I am"?
"Yep" I reply.
"Okay so there's something I need to talk to you about".
"What"?
"You"...
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Raven Hood
WerewolfThis is a story of Robin Hoods sister Raven Hood. And guess what she's a werewolves mate... Life is hard enough. She lives in a tree and hunts for food. She steals from the rich people and gives to the poor. She's wanted throughout the country. Sh...