A Forgotten Past

That One Night.

I sat down at the edge of the flat roof, the wind gently blowing in my face. The only companions I have are the ants forming a long line that God knows where to.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Playing truant, eh?" Said a very familiar voice, disturbing my peacefulness.

"You again." I said, sulkily. 

"That wasn't very welcoming. I have a name, you know. 'Austin', it's not 'you' 24/7," He answred, sounding hurt. He parked himself next to me.

"Quit tagging around. Go bother someone else."

"Easy, easy. I just wanted to talk... So... How's it goin'?"

Nothing came out of my mouth. I just wanted to enjoy some peace, and here I have is a 'peacebreaker'. God, it's disturbing. I occupied myself by staring at the green little forest we had behind the school.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that day. I should've just known you wanted to die there..."

"No, I'm... the one who's supposed to apologize. I've been thinking a lot about myself these days. Just... why did you beat him up in the first place?"

He gave a little sigh. 

"I really wanted to give that guy a taste of his own medicine. So I waited for the right moment and that's when I saw him beating you.. and... well, I just striked him.. No big deal," He answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "So... is that why you came up here? To... think?"

Yes, he was absolutely correct. I have been thinking... About last night.

Silence and horror fell upon me as my mind took me back to the night before. I wished I have never snuck out of my room and eavesdrop. How I wished feverently that I have just stayed in bed. I wouldn't have heard those awful words.

Every word they said pierced through my heart.

"Alright, then. I request that you immediately hand over her documents regarding her adoption, and the details about her." The lady said in the strict manner she always was.

"Wait, what's this all about?" My dad- I mean, my foster father, who had been listening quietly voiced out.

"That is none of your concern, Mr. Rogers. All I can say is that we have found something interesting in Jennifer's past."

The word 'past' shook me. My feet rooted me to the ground.

My.. my past?

"Even if she's not our real daughter, she's a part of THIS family. We deserve to know what Jenny's going through." He started to get impatient.

"Mr. Rogers, if you would kindly respect that this is a direct order from the head of the organization, I will appriciate it tremendously. If you do not wish to follow it, we shall have to take Jenny by force, whether you like it or not."

"And if she's under your wing, what will you do to her?"

"Force her into her memories."

This was more than I can take. After hearing the truth about me and my parents, I just couldn't hear any more. I stood up to run back upstairs, when my ears caught something else.

Something that haunted me.

"She has something important in her memory that she holds. I'm sure you're aware of the people she has murdered, right?"

My parents nodded silently. 

I couldn't believe what have heard. The pronounciation is too clear for me to think I've misheard. My face turned pale all over.