Raeliana's Heroes

Few Answers

Leo stumbled down the hallway, down the stairs to the basement and fell on the ground. He was sweating buckets and breathing harder than he ever had as memories flew back into his head and emotions formed from that night. That silent night where the only thing u could hear were the flames and the cries of innocent people.

The fear, anger, and pain.

The knife, white eyes, the roaring flames.

It was like hell had come to their world and was torturing all.

Tears started to form from the memories. But no. He had guests. Forget about it, Leo thought. I  can't think about it. Besides, they will leave soon.....probably.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Leo mumbled to himself. "I need help......please."

His breathing grew shorter as he started to calm down. Finally he stood up. "They may want to know the truth. Should I tell them? They are only strangers. Never met them before. They seem trustworthy."

There was no reply but Leo knew the answer. "I know what you'd say. They have to earn their knowledge. Not sure how they'd-"

He stopped himself as the answer came swift and brilliantly.

He started to laugh. "So this is the answer to my problems? Heh, I guess you do have my love for games. I guess I should warn them of a few things, though."

There was still no reply from the dark room. There was no one here, Leo knew, but sometimes talking his problems out loud made Leo know that he was safe.

"Always nice talking to you, Dad."

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Trevor and Jamie gawked at Amelia. She had never given details of her parents. Any details. For good reason. She had no idea who they were.

She had forgotten any memory of them for 7 years. Only what they looked like from old photos. All she knew was that they died from a fire. A fire that her and her grandmother were able to escape when she was 9. All she could remember was waking up in a hospital in a place that didn't feel like home. Her grandmother never spoke of her parents. She never asked for fear of knowing who they were. That was the question. Did she want to know who they were?

"Why now?" Trevor asked silently.

But Amelia heard. "My mother would say something like 'the reaction for a traumatized person always has a trigger word that sets them off after a traumatized instance occurs' or something."

"So what does that mean?" Jamie asked.

"Basically I think that was Leo's trigger word. 'Fair'." Amelia explained. "Maybe something awful happened in Leo's life that wasn't fair. Had to be something awful by the sound of it."

"Do you have a trigger word?" Jamie blurted out without thinking.

Amelia turned to him confused. "I'm sorry, what?!"

"Uh, um, never mind. It's just that u had something traumatic happen to you and-"

"Jamie I already told u why I can't remember my parents." Amelia replied.

"Could you tell me again?"

"I saw a doctor about my memory loss and he said that whatever happened to me would probably cause me to only remember part of my memory but never any more of it again. He said there's a good possibility that I'd never remember the incident or my parents or life before I was 9 ever again"