Copy of "Forbidden Memories"

Part 1

"Grab them!", I hear men in camouflage uniforms shout out.

"NO STAY AWAY FROM US!", I scream, panting heavily.

We need to get out of here some one help us, please anyone save us.

The intercom turned on and the lady on the intercom said," Subject 108 and subject 20 has escaped, all personnel on grounds, I repeat su-". A bright flash and intense heat zooms past me and someone scoops me up bridal style mumbling, "I always thought that voice was annoying-". I try to keep conscious but the only thing I can focus on is the sound of his bare feet slapping the porcelain tiles as he runs. That was the last thing I'm able to remember.

I hear someone screech out behind me ,"Celeste!". Turning around I find 16 year old boy with soft features and short reddish brown hair. "Hey Jason. Look man, I know i'm kinda fast but your really fucking slow dude.". He makes a sour face and I laugh. "It's your fault for walking out on me, I hadn't finished breakfast! And this uniform is kind of uncomfortable!", he yells defensively. "Okay, okay-" I aggressively wrap my arms around his shoulders despite me being 1/3rds of his size. "What", he says annoyed, stooping downwards. "Can you believe we're in HIGHSCHOOL now, ninth grade the grade everyone talks about the time to make memories before things get hard and the depression", I said with an excited tone to my voice. "I know right! This the time where i'll profess my undying love.", he stops dead in his tracks and looks me dead in the eyes like a fucking psychopath. "Undying w h a t", I asked him, "L-o-v-e! Oh I will find the love of my life! This is the year!", he yells out into the sky like a FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. "You yell like that one more time in public and I will beat you.", I say trying to ignore the bipartisans scuffling by.. The rest of the walk was fill with his face twisted in an amalgamation of creepy kissy faces and heavy nostril breathing until I punched him. We eventually got to school.

Upon getting to school there's a large assembly with all the separate grade levels. We sat in the crowd of people we would be spending the year with. We looked like fetuses compared to the established seniors.. Since it was a private school I assumed that in a public one there would be thrice as many people but thankfully there wasn't. After speeches, looking around at the faces of my peers, and Jason making jokes about how the principle looked like a seahorse we were dismissed to our first period classes. Me and Jason strategically chose similar classes so we wouldn't have to stress about making new friends. Jason had a strange complex on how he would only talk to people who talked to him first but was generally an easy going guy. My problem was I wanted to make friends but I could never understand social cues. I know basic etiquette but after awhile of peoples odd looks I gave up and this is what makes me most comfortable. If I could guess I was probably never taught social skills growing up. I know Jason doesn't want to admit it but he probably matched up classes more for my sake.

We get to the classroom and go inside. We took time getting to class but there was already a huge group of girls and they looked to be crowding around something. I wonder what the girls are giggling at? Jason shrugged it off and walked to a seat with a sticky note and his name on it. A seat away from the mob. I look for mine but can't find it anywhere so I have to look at the seating chart, woah i sit right in the next of Jason and that giant group of girls. I walk to my seat and try to sitting down. I get pushed off. That's it, it's freshman year and they can fuck off. I work my way into the group and when I got to the desk inside the sea of girls I found a tall boy with tanned skin, strong nose, and tight curly hair, he looked like your typical fuck boy. He acted like one too, happily chatting up the ladies around him.

"Hey guys? Sorry to break up the mass orgy but can you guys sit down or fuck off. I need to sit.", I shout more in the direction of the ladies.. Some of the girls look me up and down; One of them mumble something that sounded like bitch under their breath and kept on chatting him up. The guy was too busy with the ladies to even notice me. "HELLO!", I say waving my hand in front of his face. He snaps into some kind of cool guy persona and deepens his voice, "Hey, don't worry baby i'm listening to every single one of yo-". His eyes grow wide when he looks up at me and into my eyes. "Call me baby and I'm filing for sexual harassment, can you and your friends move I've been trying to sit. ". He stares wide eyed as if he's looking for something, quietly mumbling underneath his breath. I'm getting really uncomfortable. "Look I can't understand you, i'm just going to sit down okay?", I say backing up trying to get out of his range of sight. "Celestial.", he cries out. The maniac starts sobbing and pulls me into a hug. I can't breathe.

I frantically look for a way out, I push but he won't let go. The girls are standing stunned and some go to sit down. I twist my head to Jason. Now that the mob of girls have gone he can finally see me. He shoots out of his seat and clumsily walks towards us. Jason you fuck, walk faster! When he got to us he tears me away from the man, I'm too in shock to say anything. "Look man she's not used to this type of shit and neither am I. You should step out to the bathroom.", Jason says, his hand doesn't break contact from my shoulder, ready to pull me up and run. As if in a trance he nods and wipes his eyes and steps away, he weakly wipes his eyes and stumbles out of the classroom. I guess he really did go.

This is a sign from the Gods that this year is fucked.

The teacher came in because of all the noise we were making shouted at us. No one tells her about the boy and he stumbles in, tells her he needs to use the bathroom, and stumbles out. Later during roll call I find out that the guys name is Packer. The name made my head hurt as if I was being hit in the head with a sledge hammer. It only lasted a minute so I didn't say anything. Since it was the beginning of the year all we did was introduce ourselves to our fellow classmates and our teachers and go over the schedule and what they would cover over the semester. Rinse and repeat, the day ended before we knew it. As the bell rang and everyone was heading to their lockers me and Jason stayed behind to look around to get a feel then also left. We walked home without stopping at any of the shops.

I've lived with Jason ever since I was 12. His father, a psychologist, had told me he had found me in one of the trees near his workplace. At first he thought I had been a hooligan who came to vandalise the building until he threw a rock at me and saw my bloody scratched up body collapsed and into his arms. Boy was he surprised! He quickly took out his phone to call an ambulance but something told him that it was a horrible mistake and sneaked me into his office and bandaged me up. He told me I was the daughter of one of his former patience and that I ran away because they beat me probably after learning of this place after finding the address somewhere in the house. He took me into his home even though I couldn't remember my past at all. I'm told some form of ptsd keeps the memories pushed back and I'm honestly fine with it. Who needs to remember rotten parents like them anyway.