Fatal Memories

Chapter 5: The Real Thing

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Chapter 5: The Real Thing

Gwen Point of View

           I remember the wind. I remember looking at the shore that went on forever. The ocean breeze brushed through my brown hair, letting it drift from off my shoulders.

   I lacked any remembrance of anything in my life. My home was the beach that seems to go on for miles of sand. I didn’t sleep but all I did was wonder along the sand and it never turned dark. Only thing that embrace my pale skin was the beaming sun. However, the must funniest trick is that I could never touch the warm waves that crash onto the shore. Because every time I try to venture near the water it seem like miles of sand cover the waves and push back the ocean.

           Time doesn’t matter here or nobody because this was a strange place. Days, months, years have probably passed but I don’t know because I lack everything. I cross my arms across my chest and I step up to stare out to the horizon. The wet-salt taste of the ocean carried through the wind to me and I toss my head back to breathe the air in. “Who am I, ocean?” I whisper to the sky but I never did get an answer. I asked and asked but never a voice answered me.  I stretch my arms out and burry my feet in the warm sand and just stood there.

                 “Time,” a voice calls out and I turn my head to see no one. “Time to come back,” the voice speaks again and I was able to hear a female voice besides my own.

         I open my mouth to call after the voice but a loud siren echoes through my ears. It was so loud that I brought my hands up to cover them. “Stop the noise,” I scream but the loud noise intense until my ears was ringing. I drop to my bare knees and I whimper. I haven’t felt pain since I came upon this place. “Help,” I plead, “Anyone?”

            “Remember,” the voice calls out as if was trying to calm me. “Remember and you can return,” the voice says.

I clench my eyes close as images of faces I never seen enter my thoughts. A young boy with mousy brown hair was smiling brightly, I felt sad just looking at the boy. The image disfigure to a new one of a middle age woman with warm brown hair and matching eyes. “Mom,” I whisper just as the image vanishes and was replace with many more but I couldn’t tell if I knew these people. The last image that plays through my thoughts was of a male and it sent my heart to fluttering. His face was angular and sweep across his light green eyes was tousled brown hair. “I—I—I--,” I stumble over my words as my eyes open to stare out to the ocean.

“Remember,” the voice says but this time it was barely over a whisper that it drifts away with the ocean breeze.

      A single tear slip from my eye and I shook my head trying to block out the siren. “I ‘am--,” I pause trying to find the right words. “My name is Gwen Lehman.”

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Quick Note:

This chapter was more like a fill in and short so sorry about that! Next chapter is where things get very interesting.

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