Necromancy

Chapter 3

Watching the man as his head turned to face me, tears began to form and drip down my cheeks. I quickly shuffled toward the head of the bed I had been laying in, taking the blanket with me. I clutched the blanket near my face and the voice inside my head screamed in pain. The quick movements were a pain my stomach but I'd rather stay away from this man than anywhere near his gloved hands.

"Please, please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me" I repeated over and over in a broken, quiet voice. My head shook continuously whilst my eyes closed to avoid his gaze. He looked at me, what I thought, right in the eyes and started to reach his hand towards me. I was already against the headboard and couldn't go anywhere else so I decided physical violence was the best course of action. When his hand had almost reached my knee, I smacked it as hard as I could. He didn't make a sound but I sure did. I whimpered in pain as I watched my hand turn red from the impact.

"Now that wasn't very smart of you" He said in a deep tone of voice but with a small hint of humor. He didn't sound old.. Nor did he sound like a young adult. He must of been around my age. I didn't respond, still trying to process what was happening. Before I could process much though, he asked another question.

"Why won't you say anything?" His voice sounded...hurt. But.. Why did it sound hurt? I hadn't done anything other than hit him. Isn't this how he would expect someone to react? Is it normal for him to bring someone in from a different area and suddenly nurse them back to health?

"Oh dear.. You're not the talkative type apparently. Umm.." He paused for a moment, "may I at least know your name?" I hadn't realized with his small sentences, but he has the same accent as me. It's good to know I wasn't far from home, but I still wanted to know where I was.

"Where are we?" I blurted out, ignoring his initial question. My voice sounded hoarse but came out a little stronger than it had before.

"We are right outside a town named Epsom. It's near London; which is also where I picked you up in the alleyway" After he finished his sentence, I started to calm down a little. Two of my questions were answered but there were still many more. "Now that I answered your question, can you answer mine?"

I nodded in response, looking away from him and wiping my tears away. I sniffled to clear my nose while he handed me a tissue. Once again, I nodded, as a gesture to thank him, smiling slightly.

"My name is... is..." I realised that I couldn't remember my name. It had become such a foreign term. I searched through my brain, going through every file folder in there, but nothing was turning up. I tried to bring up old memories but they were gone too. I don't remember my parents...nor do I remember who I am. It's like someone locked them in a safe and swallowed the key. "My name... i can't remember it. Why can't I remember my name? I can't remember my parents names either. Why is it I can remember the horrid life I'm living but I can't remember who I am?!"

He sat there for a second as I started panicking. All leads were turning up blank. My mind was a white space only capable of making me feel fear, sadness, pain, and gratitude.

"I guess I should of expected something like to happen" he sighed and looked at the window. The mask's eyes reflected what gave the image of a tree. His shoulders slouched as he inhaled.

"What do you mean, 'Something like this'?! Did you do this to me? I knew I couldn't have trusted you. Why did I even try to open myself up for a second? I'm so stupid.." Tears started to well up again, but not out of pain or fear as they were before. This time, it was just overwhelming emotion.

"That's not what I meant.. Listen" He looked over at me. Still unable to see his face or his eyes, I couldn't tell what his emotion was. He didn't sound mad, but he didn't sound calm either.