Unforgotten Details

Chapter 1

       The wind whipped black long hair around her as she walked down the beach, toes in the bare sand. A feeling she loved and had on almost a daily basis. She looked out to the clear blue water, being able to see all the way to the bottom as if the water was made of perfect glass. Bliss. That was the feeling she had right now, that and nothing else. Aware lightly of the song playing in her ears, singing softly to it, her vocal cords producing a soft almost enchanting sound. Everyone had always suggested that she join her city's' local choir, but she had no interest to. So, it was simple, she didn't. That wasn't a popular opinion from her family, they figured she used what she had before she lost it, but would she? No, she used her voice so often that she wouldn't. It always joked back 'This isn't The Little Mermaid, and some Ursula won't take my voice,'

    Hips swayed quickly to the beat of the music, most of the boys glanced towards her direction. That's something she hated, and she imagined she always would. As her figure, that figure she was "blessed" with showed quite a bit in her walk.. Almost for a second she thought back to her true life, the one she's hiding from. But quickly pushed the thought away, That wasn't something she was going to dwell on, not with this peace in her life right now, in this moment. You see, she has two lives, one completely different from the other. Lives that had to stay separate from each other. She likes to focus on the better one - the rarer one. That was what she had today, that is what she would focus on, mentally scolding herself for thinking of. . . that thing. Willing the thought to leave her head for the day, which succeeded, as she's practiced quite a bit.

     Feeling hands reaching towards her, she immediately pivoted on high toes towards them, sending a slap right towards the cheek of the hands owner. A undeniable "pop" heard, leaving the girls cheek with an imprint of her hand, "By gods, was that really necessary?" a heavy male voice asked.

    She nodded, quickly, rolling her eyes at the 6'4 tan guy standing in front of her. "That's what you get for trying to be an arsehole and sneak up on me."

   "Point taken. Fine, I did kinda deserve that. . ." He trailed off, removing a hand from his pocket revealing a small red box with velvet texture to it. "Happy Birthday."

   "Ugh, I told you," she emphasized her word, "I didn't want to celebrate my birthday, I hate the thing." Grimacing at the memories filling her head quickly. Painful memories, unwanted memories. Getting teased and bullied. . . younger kids thinking she was a retard having to repeat grades just because she looked older than she actually was. Both a blessing and curse to her, people tried telling her it was a blessing only. But she had trouble believing that. Either way no one would shut up about it, so she just listened, and listened, and listened. . .

  He waved his hand in front of her face, "Hello, anyone there?"

   She just shook her head lightly, "Sorry, got caught up in my head, as per usual as of the late."

   "Really? I haven't noticed you noo-" He got cut off by some loud sound of someone yelling at what seems in her direction. Sounding quite impatient to the tone of the voice heard.

   Whipping her head around, she accidentally made a whip out of her hair directly into his face, "Shit. The time, I'm late. Bye!" Dashing off, completely forgetting the shoes left behind on the boardwalk. Running as fast as she could, which was decently fast but still not enough for the voice nearing closer to her to become more and more impatient sounding. Using her hand to send a small bit of wind to carry her running to be quicker, otherwise. . . Not wanting to think of otherwise, she stopped mid thought. Now slightly hating herself for going so far from home, and not giving herself optimum time to get back.. After a few miles more of running with one hand she bursts the door open, not to find what she suspected. In fact this is something was already known to her, she wasn't ready for it. Nor would've she ever of been, no matter the preparation she took.

   Slowly creeping into the small apartment, her hand reaching back towards a pocket hidden within her dress. Slipping her grip around a cold grip to a blade, the training she's had to take for years finally was useful. Face forming into a cringe as the warm feeling of fresh blood went around her bare feet, footsteps echoing on the steel floors that filled the apartment. A trail that followed her as she walked through carefully, pupils widening at the sight. . . What was foreseen, happened. She was supposed to stop this, but she didn't do what was required of her. And that caused this, it's her fault utterly and completely.