Phases Eight

Phase 29 Accidental ramming

Amy, save yourself, make sure you go back to mom and dad.

But how can I leave you to die?

You won't. As soon as you get help, you are sending the rescuers here. Do you understand?

Ye... Yes.

This was followed by a roar of wind, a screeching noise finally ended by a deafening cry which made her vision black out with blinding flashes of light.

"Nooo... " Amy screamed, waking up from a horrendous black out. She got a firm hold of the brim of the sink to conceal the tremor that eminently prevailed on her hands.

"Maybe if you hadn't been so selfish that day, you could've died and prevented all atrocities happening around you."

"Shut up. Don't utter another word." Amy cursed at her reflection on the rest room's mirror. The reflection that gave Amelia a trip down the memory lane was more like a sixteen year old version of her. Sparkling brown eyes with an innocent look radiating from the face would've melted anyone's heart, instead it was fuelling up Amelia's heart to burn with rage.

"You wanted your memories back right? Why not accept when I have everything that you need?"

Amelia banged her fist on the wall "Whatever it takes, I'm going to get my memories back by myself. I don wanna listen to any of your bluff." She managed to sound determined amidst the perspiration that perpetually ran down her forehead.

"Pfft.. Listen to yourself while talking. I expected more from you, since you are a psychiatrist. Looks like I am mistaken." The reflection placed her hand on her chest, "I am you" then she pointed towards Amelia, "And you are me. We share the same body and mind. So if you wanna find your memories, I'll be your last resort."

Amelia gaped at her hallucinatory reflection, "You can't be.. "

The reflection's lips curled to a devilish smile, "You aren't sure of my potential yet. I'll not use your time now but," her smile got even more devious, "I'll rise at the end." Like a puff of smoke, the reflection vanished into thin air.

"No. You can't go just like that. Give me a proper explanation." Amelia threw whatever her hands got at the mirror, but it stood as firm as ever in mockery and the reflection turned to her present self.

Four subtle knocks followed by a familiar voice brought Amelia back to her senses, "Amy, are you in there?" called Jake from the other side of the door.

The accumulation of blood on her facial nerves faded as she splashed her face with cold water before leaving to attend the door. She found Jake in his pajamas with his hands in the pockets of his sweat shirt.

Amy looked up to his face without making eye contact. "What's the matter, Jake?" she asked.

"Err.. Uhm.. If I ain't wrong, I heard a scream from your room. I just wanna see if you were alright." Jake spoke hesitantly as Amelia never liked to be sympathised over her illness.

Amelia's heart raced wildly, without any clue on why it had to race. The feeling of safety weighed down on her chest which she felt seldom in her lifetime. She never had anyone to watch her back. Either she had to climb or break her neck on a fall. Having someone to look after her, felt so new, and so good.

For some reason, she didn't want Jake to know about the encounter she had with her so called reflection.

I rise at the end.

Amy shook off all the intimidating thoughts and cleared her throat to come up with a believable false representation of the incident. "The light, the light bulb inside flickered. You know how easily I get frightened of the dark. Was I so loud?"