THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 2

After a few minutes she arrived at the parking loft at CIPA(Criminal Investigations Private Agency).
"Good Morning Carla!",shouted Rose,Merly,Dave and Ritz cherrily when she entered doubtfully.

"Good morning guys!",replied Carla.
She sat in her office gleamily with loads of blind miseries rumbling around. Carla hasn't done anything wrong. She only find cases but she never makes cases. With all the chaos,she started filing the latest murder case of a 13 year old girl, Hiarah. Hiarah was kidnapped by a couple on a breezy evening when she came to the road. She was now found to be dead in a small,gloomy cottage miles far from California.

Carla's phone was full of notifications when she finally relaxed her eyes off the substancial documents. She felt collapsed and veered into a heartless world. From the window she could see the sun dispersed its colours over the pointy hills far away. It was a marvelling scene but not in her life.

Sun sank lower in the sky,light of day draining away,giving way to the grey,blurrness of the evening. At 6:00p.m, Carla drove to Madrich Apartment where her best friend Katy lives. At around 6:45p.m reached the apartment. She parked her car next to the black Honda of Mr.Raiden. Instantly she caught sight of an unknown,peculiar red Mercedes Car. It had tinted glasses so she couldn't figure it out. The air was damp and cool and she walked past it dubiously. Carla went to fifth floor where Katy stays. Katy warmly welcomed her with a quick hug but she sensed a dissapoinment in Carla.

"Are you fine?",questioned Katy.

Later, she came up with two espressos and cookies in hand. They sat near the warm fire place and Carla shared all the events that conflicted from last night with Katy. She was merely shocked and blowed.

"Don't you think its a wrong number?",Katy asked in a low voice.

"I don't because of the car that followed me. It showed me that some danger is going to happen",Carla replied stiffngly.
"Do you know of a red Mercedes Car which came here today?".

"Nope. Hopefully no because nobody new came today except Mr. Raiden's old Honda.

"Why Carla?"

"No nothing. I was just wandering I saw one",said Carla.

Amazement and fear entered her again.
Time passed by fastly and Carla got ready to leave. With all the advices in mind,she scudded through the stairs into the parking. The mercedes had disappeared. Coldness ran along her blood,conquering with fear and sorrow. She got into her car and headed towards her house.

At midnight 11:49p.m, Carla was hardly and deeply in sleep;snorting and sniffing. But a loud screeching and chirping noise suddenly woke her up. It was frightening and she realised it was the telephone. She silently paced to the hall and darkness worried her. She took the phone.

"Hello? Hello?",said Carla

But the line was blank;nobody spoke. She muttered for a minute or so when the person in the other end cutted the line wordlessly. She was full of dismay. She thought of the same call last night. She stared at the immeasurable darkness of the night. Tears opened the door of her eyes when her solicitious mind was again hovered by darker shadows. The thoughts instinctively flooded into her,leaving emptiness. She ran up into her room alarmingly and switched on her laptop.

The next morning Carla drove to her office exhaustingly. This time any strangers didn't follow her and she felt safe. Everyone welcomed her pleasantly as usual and she scudded up the stairs to Hall 36. She saw Ritz cautiousely examining Hiarah's body. She was under IF radiation and her X ray pictured fractures all over her wrist. Her feet was muddy and smelled rusty. Blood spots were sporadically on her body. Hiarah seemed so tortured and her look just scared Carla abit. The hall was dark and hopeless filling every inch of it with the melancholy of life. Carla went back to her room

She glanced at the flower vase blinkelessly,dreaming about how her life darkened and frailt. Her eyes squinted for she didn't have a proper sleep. She laid her head down closing her eyes frivolusly. The night darkness filled her eyes deeping her in sleep. The little, blonde girl ran exhilaratingly in the park chasing after the butterflies. She danced around;playing and mimicking. But then the darkness aroused and she felt lost and isolated. She grasped air when a huge clothe was enforced over her face. Her heart screamed but her voice couldn't. She threshed and wriggled when she was pulled over forcefully. She heard voices scream but it was too late, the little girl was gone into a world of shadows,fright and sorrow...

Carla suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes;her heart beating loudly in her ears. It was a dream she never saw."A little girl?","Kidnapped?". "That little face was just like i looked when i was young",she whisphered to herself surprisingly. The door knocked and Merly came in breaking the silence.

"Hey Carla,what made you look like this?",asked Merly.

"Oh I just saw a bad dream", carla replied mercifully.

"Dreams are only for sleeping", Merly said with a giggle.
The door banged and she left.

After hours of working Carla left the office with Katy to a cafetaria. The evening shadows silhouetted against the blushy air and from a while will melt away into the blackness of the night. The cool wind blowed to Carla like a soulful piece of music and it draped over her frivolously and the swaying trees glimpsed at her adding colour to life. It was 6:00p.m again when Carla met Katy in Jay C's Cafetaria.. They snuggled on a corner chair with two cappuchinos in hand. She felt cosy and relaxed. She didn't want to speak about the gloomy nights again but she couldn't stop herself when her mouth spoke on its own splitting words instinctively. Katy thought hard with tightly shut eyes.

"How can that girl be you when you didn't even get kidnapped?",questioned Katy remarkably.

"I don't know but I feel like that all the time".

Katy held Carla's hands tightly. Carla's lips trembled and her eyes shivered. She laid her head down distressly;loosing herself into the depths of depression;roaming and roaring in her heart like a wild lion.