Darkness.
Fear.
Cold...
That was all I remembered.
Hushed sobs filled the air. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw people. Quite a few people. Teens, by the look of it. Some were crying, others paced around the floor, occasionally tripping on others. I was in one corner of the room, my back against the wall, fear racing through my veins.
My memory had been wiped. Or I had hit my head. And I had been kidnapped.
Whatever it was, I knew that this was not right. But I also knew that this was my life now. No more of what I had forgotten.
It had been only a few minutes and already my tolerance for the people's crying was running low. I wanted everyone to just shut up. Crying never helped anybody.
I looked around. To my right sat... actually, slept a boy. I couldn't make out his features in the dark, but it was a boy for sure, by the looks of his well built muscles.
On my left, a girl sat hugging her knees, rocking back and forth on her heels. She sniffled a few times and then burst into heavy sobs filled with anxiety and fear. No one but me seemed to notice the girl.
"Shh...Shh..." I hushed as I approached her. She looked my way. I was close enough to her now to see her bloodshot eyes and crimson nose in the dark. She had been crying for a long time. I stuck close to her and put a hand on her shoulder as she buried her face into her knees.
"Hi." I said, gently. She didn't respond. Then I remembered something. The first memory. "I'm Nova." I said, running my hand up and down her back. "What's your name?" I asked, softer this time, trying to soothe her.
"L...L...Laura." she stuttered, "I think."
"Hi, Laura." I said, "It's okay, don't cry." She sat straight and wiped her eyes. As she straightened her legs, I noticed something. She was short. Like really short. With my legs beside her's, she looked... tiny. I didn't know how old I was, but I knew that she was at least five years younger!
As her tears returned, I resumed my role of comforting her. "It's okay, Laura. I know you don't remember anything, and neither do I, but I'm sure it's all going to be okay." I wasn't so sure whether I was trying to console her, or me.
"No...N...Nova?" She said. "I'm scared."
"I know you are, and so am I." I told her, "But it's gonna be okay. Okay? Trust me."
She nodded and dug her head into my shoulder and hugged me back as her years wet the side of my shirt.
It was going to be okay. Wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
Fight For Home
Science Fiction*proceed with caution. It has a high rank and lots of reads but is not my best book. Please don't judge my writing skills based upon this book. While you're here, however, check out my other book Don't Blink?* Our planet was taken right from under o...
