Foretold Memories

Chapter Nine

I stand in the bathroom towel drying my hair after a long and relaxing shower. It was the second week in this house of Angels, since my recent awakening. Most of the time was spent getting to know one another again, sharing stories and memories of our time together. Catching me up on the new inventions and social fanatics of the year. At night and in the morning though I would research through the internet on the computer Evie had given to me a few days after the incident. She said it might help me if I did some mindless internet searching and see if anything took my interest. I did at first, finding that I enjoyed watching videos of just about anything on a website called YouTube. I didn't bother searching for information on Angels, most of it seemed to be fictitious movies and books, I had three real ones with me constantly so there was no real point. What I did do was read up on was Amnesia, what causes it, if it can be fixed, how it can be fixed and everything to do with the process of retaining memories.

Today I decided it was time to stop procrastinating and piece all the information I had together. Still doing my usual hair routine of towel drying, moisturizing and styling I began to slip into a deep thought. I have a Parabatai out there somewhere, while I also seem to have one here, Loren. I've tried on many occasions to open the door but each time the vines seem to refuse admittance. Some part of me is pulling me back, keeping me from contacting him, no matter how hard I try I am forced out. I once fainted from the force of whatever is keeping me out. Luckily no one found me that way otherwise I would either have to explain everything or lie and at this moment I didn't feel comfortable with either option so the less they know the better at this point in time, at least until I find out more. Done with my routine, I decided to let my hair down and let it dry the rest of the way naturally. I leave the bathroom and head towards my room with my towel to put in my washing basket. Just as I pass the threshold of my room's doorway I hear a faint yell. Some far away instinct latches onto me. I freeze immediately to attune my ears to the sudden silence of the household. I turn my body slightly to the right to listen for anymore sounds. I chalk it up to a distant memory. Lately I've been hearing and seeing bits of pieces of images and sounds. I mentioned it to Dauson and he says it's most likely my minds way of recovering its memories. He told me to think of it as my own version of PTSD. Just as I go to step into my room a scream echoes through the house. My instincts fully take a grip of my body and its senses. I abandon the towel by casting it into my room quickly and start towards the platform of the staircase. I hear the screaming again and immediately know it's coming from down stairs somewhere. I speed down, skipping some stairs and jumping the last few at the bottom and race into the living room to find it empty.

Why am I running towards the screaming? Shouldn't I be running away!? My inner self had a good point but something else had taken over, the need to find danger was burning hot in my body. The screaming turned into high-pitched squeals now. Only two people can make that kind of sound, myself and Evie. The ear piercing shrieks didn't die and only continued to become louder. What are you going to do when you get to the screaming? Fight? I didn't know if I had a violent bone in my body but something deep inside of me needed me to keep my own safe. I came to the sudden realisation that these people were my own. Mine. These people where my only friends, my family even. I bolt past the kitchen nearly tripping. I peer down at what caused my stumble to find, pillows? I pause for a moment to look around me. Couch pillows were strewn everywhere, ripped to pieces with fluff and feathers lingering and floating through the air, mimicking the light fall of early snow. I hurtle towards the back sliding door as my mind runs through the possible situations. I fling the door open to find a bright day, the only green patch of grass for kilometers and a very disturbed pool. The lounge chairs are flipped and scattered everywhere through the yard, one had even managed to fall into the pool, slowly sinking to the bottom. I scan the area looking for any danger and find Loren holding Evie, flailing in his arms yelling at him to let her go. My muscles clench and my body goes rigid. My body prepared itself to do something, anything, I'm not entirely sure what but I knew I had some seriously perceptive and swift instincts. I glanced at Evie as she began to giggle and smile trying to swat Loren away, with little success. I release the breath I hadn't realised I was holding and instantly relax the growing tension within my body. They were just playing. 

I began to think rationally again, knowing that Loren has no real reason or the heart to hurt Evie, and without being threatened considerably by Dauson first. Not to mention my own wrath. Just as Loren drops Evie into the pool two thick arms circle around my waist and pull. My stomach lurches with the sudden change in direction. Before panic set itself into my mind the instincts that I've suddenly come to realise as the most in-tune reflexes ever known, took over. I became something else, someone else. I felt every inch of my body, the hot breath that blew the wet strands of my hair into my face, the droplets of blood that ran down the length of the tanned arms trapping me, the hard body of my opponent pressing into me. The only thought in my mind was to escape, to fight, to win. I begin to thrash my legs about, kicking them above my waist. I put all my strength into my arms that are trapped beside me into pushing the encircled arms apart as I buck backwards in an attempt to be released. My opponents grip didn't relent, it only tightened, forcing me to release the breath I had just sucked in. This will be fun. I smirk to myself and close my hands into fist and begin to thump my opponent's stomach. I am suddenly flipped and flung onto the shoulder of my opponent, my torso now hanging down the front of whoever has me. I have the opportunity to peer upwards to find Dauson is the one who has me. His charming face grinning in all his victorious glory. He starts toward the pool where Evie had just plummeted. Oh no you don't. I put my faith in myself, I trusted myself and what it could possibly know. Muscle memory is powerful according to the online scientific journals I've been reading and I choose to believe it. I closed my eyes and breathed, slowly and calmly like I see Loren doing early in the morning beside the pool when he believes no one is watching. Suddenly like a piece of the ever elusive puzzle of my memory, something clicked into place. Faint memories of training, sparring and fighting leaked into my psyche. My body felt at home within the memories, it felt the calmness and peace of being reunited with the mind that commanded it. Instead of tensing, I relaxed my muscles. My body now limp, I managed to drop right between Dauson's arms. I land on the ground in a crouch and roll away from his looming body. I got up from my crouched position to stand tall and face Dauson head on, on equal ground.