Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Fourteen // Siara Lynn Dupont

CHAPTER FOURTEEN // SIARA LYNN DUPONT

[WORD COUNT: 2824]

[TOTAL: 37513]

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I fled. I panicked and I ran, because all of these conflicting emotions inside of me made it increasingly difficult to keep my composure in tact. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. It was killing me, slowly at first but now at a rapid pace to find out who did this–who had the audacity to threaten me and Bona when we did absolutely nothing. It was killing me to know that no matter how hard I tried to find the culprit I simply couldn’t since there was nothing leading towards who was responsible.

It bothered me. It made the stress and anxiety that was prickling under my skin dig deeper, until I was forced to acknowledge something else to stop myself from scratching my skin until it was red and threatening to burst with blood. It made my fingers shake from fear, utter fear of what could happen. It made what I read repeat in my mind like a broken tape recorder that wouldn’t stop playing even though you pressed stop a hundred times. 

“It’s such a shame that your precious detective, Siara ‘Lynn’ Dupont couldn’t find the clues, it’s just that she looked in the wrong direction.” 

Guns may pierce your skin and send waves of pain throughout your body, and knives may go through flesh like melted butter, but words and sentences can stab you deeper than any sword or knife will ever be able to. Words will bury themselves in a far more dangerous area than guns and knifes will ever get the chance to go to. Words are demonic, conniving creatures, they mess with your mind and make you think about more terrifying thoughts that will eventually drive you insane from the ending possibility. 

“I am going to kill you soon, I despise you as well. But I would like to play some… games with you first.” 

I was hiding in the small bathroom in my office. I was curled into a ball with my head buried in the small space between my knees, eyes tightly clenched shut and my lips swollen from being bitten so hard. My mind was swirling with all types of thoughts and emotions I couldn’t find the effort to sort out. Everything was a blur, a confusion, but the most prominent one I could distinguish was fear. 

Fear was indefinitely a promising emotion, one that held so much intensity and meaning that it could very well change who you are. Combined with the power of words, together they were deadly. It was the explanation as to why I couldn’t move from my curled up ball and why I couldn’t face reality beyond this small sanctuary I had grown accustomed to. I was well aware of the fact that both Bona and Jacob were behind the bathroom door, begging for me to get out of here and to talk but I simply couldn’t. 

Fear was blocking my sense of rationality and no matter how hard I fought, the words kept on seeping into my mind, imprinting itself with an ink that couldn’t be washed away. Images flashed through my mind like a slideshow, emphasizing possible scenarios that could occur when I leave from this bathroom. Whoever wrote the note had to know me, or else it wouldn’t have shaken me up so badly. The thought terrified me, to no end and I found myself imagining one of my closest friends being responsible for this. I couldn’t imagine it being Bona or Jacob, or any of my other acquaintances in the station. I just couldn’t see one of the people I had been working with for years being apart of the death of my brother.

“Just saying, Lynn. The person could be anyone you wouldn’t suspect.” 

I heard Jacobs words ring in my mind as I faintly recalled our conversation concerning my romantic involvement with Lux. What if–what if he was right? For all I knew it could be Lux, even though he was already carrying the burden of amnesia along with his other troubles. What if it was with those other friends he was with at Rye when I was interrogating the students? Lincoln and Jessica? It really could be anyone, maybe even my neighbor that I never bothered to speak to. These thoughts–of not knowing who it could be or when things could happen, it terrified me. I felt helpless and useless, how was I supposed to keep up with the promise I made for Lynn and the others that attended the funeral?