I'm laying in my bed, this jail is my home now for like two months. I’m in jail, but why? Have I done something wrong? I can’t remember anything. I dont’t even know my god damn name! Manny days past by and it was always the same. I was brought to different rooms by many people with white suits. I have lost a few liters of blood, I think. They just took it away from me! They took all my clothes of to observe my body, well, uhm, awkward. And they gave me exercises to see how I spoke and moved, and after all that hell they just pushed me back in my room. Without windows. Without light.
Just me, and a bed.
Then I start crying for hours, just thinking how I came here. Why have they found me? Why did they feel the need to pick me out of the water? Well, because they could only think of their success, not interesting in how I was feeling. I was locked up in block of ice for like I don’t even know how many years, but they just locked me up again! Why?! All that questions are still in my head when I saw a stroke of light in front of me. This happened everyday, I know what is coming now. The door swept open and there was a man who took me by my arm, without saying anything. He brings me to a room which I don't know. The are standing two chairs, a lamp which is shining bright, and a table.
That's all.
The man who has brought me here push me in one of the chairs, and I squeeze my eyes closed because I feel the bright light in my eyes. When I open them again, there is a man sitting in front of me.
"Hello sir, I'm Mr. Lovet, can you please say your name?" He says, with a soft voice and a gentle smile on his face.
I think of how I can answer this. What should I tell him if even I don't know me? "I, I really don't know, actually..."
Mr. Lovet looked at me and nodded. "Okay, now I'm going to say a few thinks, and you just have to say what you think the right answer is."
I look at him, curious what he's going to ask. "Uhm, alright. Just ask, Mr. Lovet."
"Do you know in which year you live?"
Okay, I have to know this. I think I died in the beginning of 1900 or something, but I'm not sure. "I think 1956" I say, just thinking of a random number.
Mr. Lovet looks at me, and then he answers, "Listen boy, don't stress right now, but you are in 1997 right now."
My eyes shoot open, but before I have time to think he is talking again. "We have an idea of how you have landed in the water, in the middle of the ocean. Just listen to me and think, okay?"
I nod at him, is he right? Does he know more about me than I do?
"Where do you think of when you hear the word: boats?"
I look at him, confused. I really don't know what he means.
"Something like the Titanic?" he goes on.
First I don't know what he's talking about, but then I see a flash, a flash of a big boat. "It's a big boat right?" I asked, still don't know what he wants.
"Yes, that's right. Do you know it?" I thinkt of something I can remember, but it is so hard.
"I don't really know, actually..." Wow, that sounds weird, but Mr. Lovet seems to understand it, because he says: " It's all right. Maybe you can remember more when I go on." I nod, so he goes on.
"It was a big boat, a boat, which sank on his way from England to America, in 1912. There were a lot of people who have died." I was silent, silent because I remember it. I was on that boat, I died in the water because of the cold and my name was Jack, Jack Dawson. But I feel that there is missing something, something important. "I-i know it Mr. Lovet."
He looks at me with a smile on his face.
"But I think there is something missing."
Mr. Lovet nodded and said: "Do you know who was with you on the boat?"
Do I know it? Think Jack, relax. It doesn't really work, I can't remember much.
"What if I tell you a few names? Do you think you'll remember it?"
When I nod, he starts with the names. I hear the names Fabritio, Mr. Murdoch, Molly Brown and a lot more. Slowly everything comes back, but then he says the last name. "Rose."
My heart stops beating.
My eyes shoot open.
I can't move.
Rose, who I met on the boat, the woman I loved, and now that I know who she is, I think I'm still in love. I see a beautiful girl in my memories, red hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous laugh, and so sweet. Rose.
Rose.
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OMG, CUTENESS AAAAAHH. Okay sorry, but while writing the end, I almost cried. It's so sweet! :3 okay sorry, it makes me emotional geheh. Well, I hope you liked this chapter, if you do, please vote or leave a comment! Monday we'll post the new chapter, jeej! Love you all !! xx Eva
