The Girl From The Wardrobe

Chapter Two

 II.

Sun. 16th Dec 2012

San Diego, California

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It was a mild frost-nipped midday at San Diego. The sweeping sky was at its purity; and the clouds were as white as ghosts, dispersed irregularly above, with the sun hiding somewhere behind them.

It was Felisa's birthday today, her seventeenth. It was supposed to be a blithesome day, thinking her memories would flash back like a birthday present, but crestfallenly nothing happened. Not a thing from her past prickled her mind.

She was at the pinnacle of a small hill, comfortably sitting over the green grasses under a lanky Oak tree in the park.

The local parkland of the city was largely occupied by some families that were having picnics, and by some cliques of kids who found the weather such a perfect timing to fly their multicolored kites.

She was here with her dog alone. She wanted to celebrate her birthday in a quiet, tranquillising place where she could have, even for a short time, a peaceful state of mind.

Sort of leaves from sundry trees were dancing along with the mellow rhythm of the wind. It blew melodiously, making her reddish-black hair flew like blazing flames of a phoenix.

At the side of the hill, there was an artificial curvy river with crystalline blue water that waved harmonically with the breeze, as the goldfishes swam gracefully within. It was known as the Wish-granting River, zillions of coins were circulated athwart its floor. The river also had a little bridge across the breadth of it.

She had already thrown countless of coins into it, wishing the same thing over and over. Yet her wish stayed not granted. Perhaps the river had so many wishes to bestow, and hers was at the end of the list. Or maybe the river really had no such wishes-do-come-true-bullshit. In spite of that, she believed that the magic of this river was factual, just delayed.

She was now seventeen, regardless she was still so oblivious like a one-year-old child. Starting from that day she woke up from the coma, she'd been like a new-born baby with advance knowledge in speaking but a hollow mind.

For the time being, Felisa was trying to gain new memories, but her hope to retrieve her past again was there. She was still peering for the past sixteen years of her life. This wasn't easy for her, and it would never be easy.

"Will I still remember my past?" she chuntered. A question she had been asking for a year yet motionlessly remained unanswered.

Her family had told her everything she needed to know, but she felt like something was missing, like there was something else she had to know, like there was something more about her that she had to find out. She was trying to figure it out, she didn't just know how to.

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"Geoff," Felisa said, calling her St. Bernard dog nigh on.

It was sniffing at the flowers of the bushes. It ran toward her and licked her cheek, with the thickness of its furs giving warmness to her.

"Geoff, stop! It tickles," shrieked Felisa, scuffling to halt herself from chuckling.

It, then, stopped, and gave her three deep and powerful barks. Geoff was a beast-like creature but it was so tame like a soft stuff toy you could cuddle with.

"You, bad dog," she scowled at Geoff whilst wiping its warm and wet laps on her cheek.

Geoff wailed making soft whimpers. It might be a dog but it acted like a human who could communicate and comprehend, and now it was trying to look pity for pathos.