Amnesia

Chapter 20

The world can be a strange place. People have routines, every day they wake up and repeat what they did the day before but what if they woke up with a blank slate. What if they didn't remember yesterday? Would they subconsciously do the same routine without realising? Or would they do something new? Something they've never done before or even thought about trying. Does amnesia change one's personality? Or does your mind still hold aspects of you but hidden in this unsolvable puzzle. 

Waking up with no memory of my past I felt like I was playing a blind game of chess with life. 

Life had checkmated.

Was I out of moves or could I make my escape?

After school, I dropped Sammy off at his friend Tommy's house. I wanted him to enjoy whatever time he had left of his childhood before he had to grow up. I didn't know if I was being delusional but I thought he had grown an inch or two since the first night I met him.

"Be good and I'll see you after school tomorrow okay?" I crouched down and hugged his fragile little body. 

"Love ya~" He sang before pecking me on the cheek and running off into the house with Tommy right behind him. I said goodbye to the boys mum and thanked her for having Sammy over. As I walked to work I thought about the party. Sapphire kept blabbering about it again during lunch, Alice was now giving us the silent treatment. She would sit at the table and nibble on her food while Sapphire spoke the entire time without taking in a single breath. That girl amazed me sometimes. For a girl that was so beautiful, chatty, and bright, she was very mean. If only she wasn't so horrible to others. 

"Lana!" Mrs Jones greeted cheerfully as I walked in. She came over for a hug and I returned the gesture as I hid my sadness with a smile. "There is plenty to do, some kids came in before and messed everything up!" She grumbled as she stomped back to her desk. I followed and signed in on the worksheet. She was very old fashioned and refused to have any sort of technology at her library, apart from the computer at her desk. 

"That's okay, I love organising." I lied, well it wasn't completely a lie, it was a white lie. I did like organising but to say I loved it was an exaggeration. 

"You've got two carts to do and some sweeping in the English section, they made a horrible mess those little scoundrels." I couldn't help but smile as she whined. She stapled sheets of paper together while she muttered to herself.  I walked over to the carts and pushed the first one around the library and took my time placing the books in their rightful place. Not a lot of people visited this old place, mostly students who had assignments to do. I spotted a couple at the back who were snogging, I pretended I didn't see them and walked to the other side of the library. Hours flew by and before I knew it, it was almost closing time. I came to a halt in front of the Geographic section. I was forbidden to enter but...Daniel wasn't around. The temptation was strong, how could I work here and pass this section every day without going in? It's like telling a dog not to eat when the food is right there in front of it. Just impossible. 

I quickly glanced around, making sure not a soul was in sight. The library was deserted. I took quick but small steps as I pushed the squeaky cart. All the lights in the library were on apart from this part. I looked around for a switch but found none. Maybe the bulb was broken? I looked up at the ceiling, it was covered in mould, the bulb was missing and the wallpaper was peeling off. I scanned the books and ran my fingers across them, they were covered in dust. I flicked the dust off my fingers and walked further down. Beanbags in the corner were ripped and worn out. The tables and chairs were unlike the others in the library, they were old and the wood was marked with drawings. 

I wondered why Mrs Jones never cleaned it up. It seemed like no one had set foot here for years. I felt a slight chill and rubbed my hands together for warmth. I was too much of a scaredy-cat to go on further. Thoughts of ghosts and demons invaded my brain. Hell, no. Just as I was about to turn around a cold hand wrapped itself around my wrist and pulled me back. A scream escaped my lips, my heartbeat hard against my chest. I could feel my blood being pumped through my veins.