Memories of my Past

Chapter 1: Reawakening

Vaseria
November 13, year unknown

Elena. Miss Elena, wake up.

Elena.

"Miss Elena."

I was awoken with a jolt. I looked up and saw Saira, the maid who assisted me when I was younger, looking down at me with her ocean blue eyes. "I'm sorry miss Elena, it's already 12 o'clock in the evening. If I recall, your father had requested to speak with you at around 2."

Groggily, I said, "oh, sorry Saira. Can you please get my clothes ready for me and set them on the drawer? Thanks."

Looking at the ceiling, I heard Saira preparing my clothes for me. Without hearing her footsteps exiting my room, I got up onto my elbows and stared at her from my bed. "Saira, what'd I say about you staying while I cha-"

Wait a minute.

I sat up from my bed and looked at Saira standing next to my dresser. I hadn't seen Saira in about three years.

"I'm sorry miss, I'm not sure what you mean..." Saira said. I continued to stare at her, a headache quickly beginning to pulsate in the back of my head. With confusion in my mind, I closed my eyes and placed my fingers on the temples of my head, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Saira, what are you doing here...?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"Miss... are you okay? Would you like me to call your father here?" She walked towards my bed. With my hands still on my temples, I didn't look up to meet her piercing, yet warm eyes.

"No, its fine- I'm fine. When's the carriage coming to get me, or is my father coming here?" I asked. Saira didn't respond to me. "Saira."

I lifted my head to see Saira looking at me with the same amount of confusion that I had.

"Miss Elena... your father's downstairs in his room..."

"Oh, when was I brought home... I could've sworn I stabbed deep enou-" before I could finish my sentence, I examined Saira's face closer. The last time I had seen Saira, I was eighteen, but why did she look slightly... different? Saira is 5 years older than me, and though 3 years isn't too long for not seeing someone, why did she look... younger? The last time I had seen her, her long blonde hair was cut super short, like a boys, and although I understand that hair grows, why was her hair up to her knees, braided and still long. Like when we were younger...

"Miss-" Saira tried to speak.

"Saira... where's Alexander?" I looked away from her face and studied my old room. My head pounding even harder.

"Miss Elena, who's Alexander?" She placed her hand against my head, "I'm going to call your father in here."

In an instant reaction, I placed my hand against my neck. Although very faint, there was a small bump in the area I had stabbed myself in. With her hand still against my head, Saira looked extremely worried, like I had gone insane.

Was it all just a dream? I pushed Saira's hand away, got up from my bed, and began heading for the door.

"Saira, stop. I'm fine. I need to speak to my father about what happened with Ale-" before I could finish my sentence, I stopped in front of my large mirror. In the reflection wasn't my matured 23 year old body. It was the reflection of my younger, childish self. My heart began to race and my headache began to feel like I was getting stabbed repeatedly. Before I could say anything, my vision went black, my body gave in, and I fell to the floor.