A Voice Forgotten

A New Voice

Chapter 1: A New Voice

{...Where are you?

...Why won't you come back home?}

"H-Hey!" A new voice. She couldn't tell who it was, but she opened her eyes as much as she possibly could, yet her vision was blurry and she couldn't get a clear view on the owner of the new voice.

"Are you ok?" His voice was new. She had to look at the owner. He was there, a young man with a high school uniform on, and his eyes were unforgettable. They were a dark golden brown. His skin was fairly tan. His hair was also the most beautiful shade of dark brown that she had ever seen. He had to be about 17-years-old. It was enough for her to see just a glimpse of the owner of the new voice. Now she could rest. "HEY!"

*...Why are you there?

...Do you have a purpose of being there?*

"A purpose?..." Her voice was faint but it was enough to enlighten those who took her into their house and watched over her. Her eyes saw the people, a family of people, an eccentric father who looked quite a bit like his son except for he had black hair instead of dark brown, young fraternal girl twins, and the very attractive boy... the owner of the new voice.

"We're glad that you're ok!" One of the fraternal twins, a girl with light brown hair and brown eyes, smiled at her holding a kitchen utensil in her petite hand. "I made you some food to eat! I'll go get it ready for you!" She rushed over to the kitchen on the other side of the house.

Viewing the ceiling, she slowly lifted herself up from a medical bed the small family had. From her surroundings of one part of the house it resembled a clinic. Shelves that carried medical supplies and instruments. Cabinets that were probably filled with gowns and blankets and pillows to take out. A small family clinic was far from where she was supposed to be at. She was searching for a person. An important person. Yet she couldn't remember who it was. But she knew she had to find someone important to her.

"Hey, are you feeling any better?" It was the boy. He sat on a stool beside her bed.

"Where... is this?" Her head turned left to right viewing the different furniture in the house.

"My house,"

"Your house is a clinic?.."

"It's my dad's business," It was the father's business, he didn't seem like a doctor from the way he acted. But she assumed he was from the white coat he wore on his shoulders.

"Are you feeling ok? I found you collapsed on the streets."

Collapsed on the streets? What could have possibly made her collapse on the streets so suddenly? It's the first time she'd done that. Whatever the reason, she couldn't be here right now. She had to find her important person whoever it was.. Removing the sheets from her lap and sliding off the bed, she noticed that her body had indeed become weak. Her legs were unable to support her properly, luckily the boy was there to catch her in time. "Hey, you shouldn't be so rash!" He supported her back to the bed covering her lap with the white sheets. "You're not in any shape to leave just yet."

She gazed at both of her hands seeing them tremble. It concerned her the most about her physical well being. Just yesterday she was full of energy, but now... What was going on with her?

"What's wrong with me?.." She whispered quietly to herself putting her hands back on her covered lap.

"Now I remember," He exclaimed in a cheerful way. "You're our new transfer student that we got yesterday!" Transfer student? "You're Natalie Parker."

She looked up at him with a surprised face making his face taint with red. He hadn't expected her to react in such a way when he mentioned her name. At least he knew who she was but it wasn't clear on who he was.