"Wake up!" somebody yelled, shaking me by the shoulders. I shoved them away from me before crawling away as fast as I could.
"Ayla, stop it!"
"David?" I asked, turning around.
"You didn't blackout, stop freaking out on me," he said nervously. He took my arm and looked me in the eye. "Do you remember me? Do you know who you are?"
"Yeah," I muttered. "What happened?"
"You passed out. You're still here, see?" He pointed up at Hellingly. He'd taken me outside into the cool air. "Do you feel alright?"
I nodded and sat up, rubbing my forehead. I looked back over my shoulder and saw the patient beating his way out of a shield of guards in an attempt to escape. I could see one of the guards was holding a gun, as the others were trying to restrain him. I wondered how I could have escaped; I was smaller, weaker and tended to avoid any confrontation, I knew I hadn't fought my way out.
"That guy was freaky, Ay," David said, pulling me away of the building by my wrist when he noticed that the patient had begun to get violent. He was walking so fast that I was almost jogging to keep up.
"Yeah," I replied slowly, still looking back at him.
"And I wonder what that thing in the pond was," he said to me as he opened the car door.
"Do you think there's something down there?" I asked, fastening my seatbelt and unwinding my window to let the cool air curl around me.
"It certainly wasn't a phone."
I let out a small laugh and watched Hellingly shrink into the distance as we drove away.
"Can we get dinner somewhere nice tonight?" I asked as we turned a corner and the building disappeared. "Today kind of stressed me out."
"Uh, sure," David replied slowly. "Where do you want to go?"
"I don't mind. Your favourite place. I'm just really hungry."
David nodded and turned down a road that ran onto a junction, and we began to drive through town. Sunset slowly became dusk and dusk slowly became evening, and as we drove I looked up at the clear sky and started counting the stars. The full moon was reflected on a river to one side of us, and I saw foxes in an alley on the other side. I wonder where they go when it's daytime.
After an hour or so, we pulled up outside a small pizza place. In the darkness, it was glowing - the fluorescent sign, the lit windows, the candles on the table outside. Despite being the only place that seemed open, it was completely empty. We had mainly kept quiet during our journey. Neither of us mentioned anything about the fact that I was possibly a murderer.
"My dad owned this place before he passed away," David said, leading me through the front door. "I come here every now and then to think. It helps me remember stuff. Maybe it'll help you."
"Maybe," I said. "But I've never been here before, so there's nothing to remember."
"It's worth a shot," he said, smiling. We took a seat near the back of the restaurant, the table that David apparently always sat at.
"So," he said after a while. "Your name is Ayla."
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, poking a crumb on my plate with the end of my fork. "Doesn't feel right."
"I'm not surprised, getting given a name after living namelessly would be pretty weird."
I cocked my head to one side and watched David as he ate. I couldn't help but feel that there was something strange about him recently. I didn't mistrust him or feel uncomfortable, he was just acting different. He seemed to care about me a lot. I know he saved my life, but I'd only stayed at his house for a few days but it seemed like years considering how close we were.
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Blackout. [COMPLETED]
Mistério / SuspenseA person's life is shaped and moulded around their history and their future. Their memories and secrets create the person that they are, and their hopes and dreams create the person that they are destined to be. But what if you had no memories or se...