Random Short Stories & Poems

Memory of a voice

I know I died but right now I'm alive.

His head throbbed and his senses were sharpening. His whole body felt heavy and weak. Why couldn't he remember who he was, his birthday, where he lived or anything before this? No matter how hard he racked his brains, the memories were sealed shut and his desperate hand couldn't reach them. Trying to calm down, he searched his pockets but nothing was present other than a few notes of cash.

His eyes desperately wandered the alleyway, trying to find a living soul or a clue and were only met with a sorry sight. He could see piles of broken furniture, glass from beer bottles scattered everywhere and heaps of bags that contained rubbish that was rotting away, emitting a noxious smell, and maggots were oozing out of the holes in the bags. The sight made him sick. The walls were just as bad- slimy dirt drooling down them. All the pipes were rusty and mouldy, there paint peeling off just like the ancient posters on the walls. He wouldn't have been able to see, for it would've been pitch black, if not for the measly yellow light that flickered at the end of the alleyway, casting its sad and tired glow to the world below it.

He got up and walked up and down in hope that a clue would appear. There were none. He walked out of the alleyway onto the main street. The sidewalks were deserted, and a vehicle or two passed him by without a second glance. His stomach growled like tiger. Confusion and tiredness threatened to spill tears. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to hold is emotions in, yet the tears rolled down. After a few minutes, while wiping his tear stained face with his jacket sleeve, he caught sight of his reflection in a puddle. What caught his spring green eyes was his dirty pink hair that was tied in a messy ponytail. He looked at his reflection longer, trying to evoke any memories. All he thought was how dirty he was. Looking around, he sighed. Any sane man would go to the police, he knew, but he was hungry, too hungry, so he started walking in hopes of finding a place to eat. 

That's how I end up in this inn. With a satisfied sigh, I place my bowl and spoon down. Just as I am about to ask for the bill, a young man walks in. His tousled hair is raven; the complete opposite of his fair skin. A wave of recognition passes through my brain. I can't place my finger on him. He turns and his caramel eyes meet mine. I keep staring at him till he crosses over to me and asks "Do I know you?" I've heard this voice before: deep but warm and I feel safe hearing it. A name pops up into my head and my eyes widen. "Xueyou", I whisper.   

A/N - Ok don't hate me if this is not the best. I haven't written in a long time and i need to get my brain running.