Isolated beach and no memory's. (Finished)#Watty's2016

Alone.

My head was pounding. It gnawed persistently, adding to the pain that globed through my entire body- I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't remember my name. Who I was. Where I was, or why I was in pain. 

I opened my eyes to look at a darkening sky, drenched with clowns of clouds, looking menacing and surly. I perched onto my elbows and with huge effort, hauled myself upright, possessing a dizzy feeling sculpted inside my body.

A cascade of cackles brushed upon my ear- I looked at the sky, my eyes willing me to go back to sleep; The sky was encrusted with black feathers and beady eyes- Crows. They flew in circles around me as if I was their prey, keeping a steady glance at my flesh, even as they swerved. I shuddered.

I looked around me to realize that I was on my own. Isolated, on an abandoned beach. I stepped towards the water, and it spread against my bare ankles like silk, drawing little patterns amongst my ankles. The water was so clear. So beautiful and warm, yet somehow it looked...dangerous. I couldn't pinpoint my reasoning for it, because truly I had no reason for such thoughts.

The sand was plain and smooth, and my feet were starched with little kisses as I walked towards the rocks. The rocks were wild- one might have called them treacherous, but I clambered onto them anyway. I stood up and let my reflection pounce onto the sea with clarity, revealing a lone looking girl. She must have been 18, I would have guessed. She had hair the colour of snow, and eyes an unnatural blue that blended against the waves.

She wore a white dress that blew around her ankles, and a heart necklace was woven around her neck- I lifted my hand to my neck and my fingertips brushed against cold metal. I slipped the metal from my neck, and gazed at the silver locket; I opened it cautiously, and the image inside it fulfilled my heart with melancholy. Not because I knew them, but because I couldn't remember those people- It was an image of me standing beside a woman and man embracing me tightly. I guessed that they were my parents. Where were they now, I longed to understand?

I looked over at the unsteady waves, splashing and foaming, almost drooling its admonitory saliva onto the rocks. I still couldn't see anymore than I'd had standing on the sand- I clambered higher and higher onto the rock, which resembled more of an iceberg: My hands began to feel sore and tired and were jagged from scratches from the pitted curves on the rock. But I did it. I clambered to the top. I steadied myself from the wind which was almost sweeping me off the rock to the bellicose waves that set to a dark uncanny shade.

I'd climbed at least 50 meters but I'd felt nothing but content. Really, I was just itching to go higher and higher- The village near the beach was punctured in isolation and quietude. All the houses were sitting unperturbed, yet there was something perturbing and deadly in the atmosphere.

I climbed down, almost as if I'd done this ceaselessly before. Subconsciously I knew which rock to hold onto, and where the little gaps lay within the rocks.

Within seconds I was down. I began running accordingly to my heart beat, down the grey lane which escorted me to a village.

I don't know what I expected. Someone to shout my name perpetually? And what if that happened? Would I even recognize my own name? Or would I be completely ignorant of my calling?

I settled down with a house with flowers on its porch. I knocked on the door, and a cloud of silence stood gazing at me. I tangled my way through the next houses. No-one. No signs of light or life. I walked onto the next street, and then the next one after that, meandering across the streets, looking for something. For someone.

A whistle tangled the air out of the blue-I turned around to spot a man in his early twenties wearing a strange looking uniform, which resembled a robot figurine. He'd put his mask off just as he whistled.

"Hey you! Come here!" The man shouted indignantly, retrieving some silver metal out of his pocket. I wasn't going to risk it. I had a feeling that he was going to kill me if I didn't run. I had a feeling that I wasn't meant to be here.

I dashed behind one of the houses, and rounded to the next street. But it felt strange. I didn't hear any footsteps gaining upon me, and seeing the bitter countenance flattened on his face, I didn't think that he was going to give up that easily.

I nuzzled my way through bushes in gardens, and cut shortcuts to who knows where, scratching my bare arms gracefully in the process. I thought I was safe, but I was horribly mistaken. Very horribly.

"Hmm, you're a feisty one aren't you?"

The man stood on a flying skateboard, hovering slightly above the ground. I rubbed my eyes, as if they would rub out the surreal image-They didn't. The man smirked maliciously. "Are you going to run again, or can I shoot?"

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Oh stop with the charade." The man spluttered venomously. "You. " He snarled in a noxious whisper. "You know who I am!" He spluttered furiously.

"I don't remember." I said.

"Don't remember exactly what? That you started the revolution? That your foolish ideas about freedom have caused chaos? That our government is rotting because of you!!?" He withdrew his gun again with his hands shaking greedily, while his cackle littered the streets obnoxiously.

"Freedom can't cause chaos. Not if it really is freedom."

The man swore unintelligibly, his scowl turning into somewhat of a murderous look. He pulled the trigger, but I was a second too quick. His action was too expectant and I dived away from the piercing bullet, enough for it to coat a hole in my sleeve.

I kicked the gun out of his hands, and it smashed into bits and pieces on the ground. He screamed in anger and frustration, and I bolted away; away into the trees.

I still bore the fierce screams of the angered man as I trailed further and further into the trees- He couldn't use his flying device even if he wanted to here. The paths were too narrow, and the trees were too cramped for it to pass.

I ran hours on end, zigzagging where possible, trying to make myself as unforeseeable as one could, when a cold hand clamped my mouth shut. I swerved from the grip, pushing and shoving for my dear life. A life that even I was unfamiliar with.

"Grace, it's me Milo." The names were foreign to me. I kept struggling, trying to break free. The boy let me go, and I rushed back onto my feet steadily.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I interrogated, ready to take flight any second.

"Jen, what are you talking about?" the boy smiled.

"Tell me." I dictated.

"What's going on Jen?" The boy furrowed. "I know I shouldn't have left you there, but the officers were on to us again. We had to run as usual. You're okay aren't you?" The boy looked over my scratched arms, and my bruised palms. "We went looking for you, but no-one seemed to find you." He furrowed again dolefully, as if it was his fault. He stepped forward but I stepped back. His face brimmed with hurt.

"I don't remember you. I don't remember me. I don't remember why we're running, or why I was nearly killed. So please, if you really know me, and if I'm really Jen, tell me."

Instead the boy came up to me. He brushed my hair to one side, and gently uncovered the same necklace. He turned it around, but now another picture lay within it. It was one of me and him sitting side by side, looking lovingly at each other, circumjacent of the sea- On the same rock that I'd clambered on hitherto, enjoying a picnic.

He folded the necklace into my palms, and took my hand in his. I remembered something. It was so small but it was something.

"I'll tell you everything when I know you're safe. And I'll wait all my life if I have to, for you to remember." He smiled, his eyes embedded in tender-heartedness and loving. We started running silently through the trees- Every step closer to me retrieving my memory back, and everyone having freedom.