The Boy In The Train

The Unknown Deja-Vu

Samuel's P.O.V

I wake up from my sleep when I hear Bonzo, my dog, barking outside my door. I know that if I don't shut him up he will manage to wake up the entire house and it won't be pleasant because none of them like to wake up at six in the morning.

Sleepily trudging through the room I open my door and immediately feel a soft body rub my leg as the little runt runs into my room and finds refuge in his makeshift bed, a pile of my freshly laundered clothes.

I let out a groan. I will have to wash them again.

Not seeing a point in going for a jog when I don't feel like going, I shut the door and flung myself in my bed, and let sleep take over. I have another two hours before I get ready for school.

Enough time to sleep.

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Quickly stuffing some toast and crackers in my mouth, I take my bag and run out of the house. I hop into my car and start the ignition when I hear a thump on my bonnet and look up to see Adam my best friend panting from the mile run he must have done to get here.

Not bothering with greetings, I shout at him, "Get your ass moving, Adam! We are already late here!"

He straightens himself and climbs in the passenger seat before snorting, "You talk as if you have been waiting for me since hours when I just saw you running out of your house too."

I flip him off.

My extra nap had cost me badly. I didn't have enough time to grab something to eat, much less get ready for the tests I have to take today.

It has been six months since that accident and I miss everything so much. I was informed that I lost a part of my memories and was assured that it was temporary. No one really told me what happened. All they said was that I will know what I missed when I see it.

What kind of an explanation is that?

The worst part was that I had missed major college work during my medical break. Although Adam was updating me on what was happening and helping me keep in line with the classwork, it didn't feel the same. I have to write my first year finals once again to get into the second year in which Adam was.

While it was Adam's first day in the second year, I will be writing all the tests and exams that I missed in the semester to get to the next.

I was on bed rest for four months. Not really my favorite four months. While my leg had started healing and responding to physiotherapy, the biggest torture was when unknown relatives would come home to inquire about my health. I spoke to most of them on chats, video calls, taking pictures of myself and sending them and whatnot. Yet people insisted that they come to visit me.

Least to say, by the end of the month I was at my wit's end.

Quickly maneuvering my car into the parking lot of the train station, Adam and I break into a sprint and reach the platform to see a bunch of guys laughing. One of them notice us walking towards them and Keith, the notorious of them all, hollers loudly, "Hey look! if isn't the accident hero!"

I laugh while Keith runs over to me and gives me a big hug. Honestly, I've missed this idiot. Apart from Adam, the only person I could trust completely was Keith. This guy is a genius! And I don't mean academically, I mean street-smart. 

He finally releases me and I smirk at him, "So much love, Keith? Want to express your feeling now?"

He rolls his eyes at me and shoves me playfully, "Well, sue me for being concerned about my best friend. So much for caring."

I laugh and before I can say anything, the train rolls into the platform. We all pile into the train and occupy the seats we always do. The far corner ones were perfect and had enough seats for our entire group.

For the rest of the journey, we talk about various topics. Most of the talk was dominated by Keith who had successfully hacked into the computer of the Vet Center he works in just to irritate his boss who is a total jerk to him. Keith may look like the mischievous, always-joyful, and smart kid with absolutely no filter to his words, let me assure you, he is exactly like that.

While Keith was known for his smooth talk and 'charming' personality, as many girls would like to say, Dylan and Adam were the perfect mixes of nerd and jocks. They played college football while I was the 'Golden Boy' of the group. Typical high school grouping, I tell you.

While the guys argue over a pointless topic, I look around and see some familiar faces. I was told that if I forgot someone earlier, the moment I see them, memories related to them will be triggered and I will remember them. Almost immediately, I start recognizing the frequent commuters.

It feels good to know that I will no longer be lost like I was when I woke up after the medically-induced coma.

You may find it strange to know that despite me slowly remembering most of what I forgot, I still feel like there is something major that I just cannot remember. There were many cases where it felt like there is someone I forgot about. During nights I would dream about a soft, angelic voice giggling while saying my name. There was no visual, only a girl giggling.

The next day I woke up with a bad headache. It's been five months since that dream and every time I think about it there is an odd sensation in my heart. Like it is craving a certain someone but I just can't tell who.

My gaze falls on a window seat and I frown at it. Why does it feel so familiar? I know that I have never sat there but it still feels familiar. This is not the first time something like this has happened. The smell of lilies and apples always seems to calm me. My sister's school scarf always calls to me. An empty photo frame that I found in my room.

I did ask Adam if I don't remember someone but all he did was give me an unreadable look, a sad smile, and a," I have no idea what you are talking about."

However, I know that there is something that I forgot, calling out to me. It's like a feeling, an emotion, and the comfort that I cannot recognize the source from. But I'm going to find out what it is. I'm desperate to find out that missing puzzle that I'm sure was a big part of my life, prior to the accident.

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