Short stories

Amnesia

Okay okay let me rewind. First I stopped by Kassy's and then went to central park. I stayed there for about an hour looking for inspiration for my next canvas but then I left and went home. I started the painting and got hungry so I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. As I was making the sandwich I got sleepy and....and I....I....I don't know what happened. The next thing I know is that I'm standing right here in the middle of nowhere. How did I get here?

    To start with, my name is Alia Sorford. I am twenty one years old and live in New York. My passion is art and music and I make a living by my paintings. I'm actually very well known, but I have always stayed anonymous, I go by the name of La Rose. Maybe it's weird but since nothing in my life is anything special, a little mystery won't hurt. Even though I make a pretty decent amount through my paintings I also work at a small cafe across the street from where I live. Having a job makes me feel normal and also distracts me from my uneventful life.

    Looking back, the last few days had been a little weird. I had been feeling stared at more than usual. As if being stared at for having fiery red hair and and bright violet eyes wasn't enough. I had already gotten used to those stares but these were different, these were much more intense and menacing. It felt like there was a predator stalking its prey but even though it was so intense it was still very hard to try to pinpoint from where it was coming. Having no way to find the one behind the stares I just let them be and continued with my life. Everything would get back to normal in no time they were most likely just curious. Yeah....things will get back to normal, or at least that's what I thought.