Mystery Mate 2

Chapter 36: Rouge

AN:

Hey hey hey hey heeeeeeey! I'm finally back. Exams are done. Phew! I tell ya'll it gave me a massive headache. 

I don't know what I should write next. I was thinking about killing Nathalie. Hehehe. But I love you guys to bits that's why I'm gonna force myself to write an open ending. 

And oh yeah, just wanna say that... I personally don't know how I'll end this book. I was thinking about writing 'No longer a mystery' after 'Nathalie's past'. Tell me what ya think. ;)

Love you guys!

To the moon and back,

LeCelly (not my real name)

P.s. I'm really happy that none of you are curious about my name :D and it better stay that way.

Lovelots!

I woke up in the middle of the forest. It feels like I'm dreaming but the grass and the dirt in my hands made it like it's real. I stood up then the smell of a dogs poo reached my nose and went down my lungs. Yeah, this is so real. I looked around cautiously as I tried to remember how I got here. My eyes stopped searching for something creepy as the smell of blood filled my nose. Poor poor nose. My pupils dropped at my shirt that had holes in it. Panic settled in the pit of my stomach as my imagination brought the thought that I had been attacked. My fingertips brushed the skin that peeked through my shirt. 

Nothing there.

I let out a sigh of relief as I realized that I was perfectly fine. But how did I get the blood stains? I'm pretty sure it's not mine. And the smell said that it doesn't belong to anyone I know.

Wait. 

Do I even know anyone?

"Crap." I couldn't help myself but curse as fail to remember anyone close to me. My family? No. Friends? No. Relatives?

"Shit shit shit shit." It occured to me that I have no idea of who I am. I furiously looked around as I try to get a glimpse of my life. My hands went straight to my hair and tangled itself there as frustration, anger and emptyness filled my whole being.

I feel extremely lost. I feel like a ten-year-old child who aborded the wrong plane with the person I thought was my parent. I was heading to a country that I don't even know. I can feel the sound of a clock ticking on my brain as I wonder around the forest, my feet carrying me to places I'm not sure was safe.

Tears swelled in my eyes as the emotions exploded in my heart. My right foot got caught up in a fallen trunk and in no time I was on the ground, sobbing. My dirty and callused hands cupping my sticky face. 

I don't care if anyone sees me in this state. I'm in the middle of the forest. Lost. Alone. Nothing.

The thought of starting over crossed my mind but it occured to me, how could I start over when I don't even know what went wrong. I don't know who I should contact, who I should trust and who I should ask for help. 

Then hell went loose.

I cursed. I screamed. I punched trees. I did everything to let my frustration loose.

I stood there, panting. My hair in absolute mess and my eyes are red from crying. I managed to let out a small smile as I scanned the product of my 'tantrum'. I managed to break three trees, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm suffering from amnesia.