I Lost A Friend

Chapter 2: Time Capsule

I read the date on my phone, I still can't grasp at the fact a year of my life has been a dream, it's almost sad. It had been a week since I'd been released, faces still were a problem but I still was unfazed. My parents have been worried since the news that I was face blind, I could tell them apart by their voices and mannerism but the faces, oh I dreaded them. Each moment I think about that night and what happened, I toss and turn in my sleep trying to remember anything and the only person who did had dissappeared off the face of the Earth. I brought the walkman everywhere I went, even if it made no sense to be with me, I brought it all the same. My curiousity was an itch, an itch that needed to be scratched.

I reached my destination, my old highschool, if she knew me, we most likely met here. The massive school dwarfed the surrounding buildings, it was as if a person had messed up the measurements when building it. I walked up to the receptionist who greeted me with a cold stare, speaking to children as a job must be the worst.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you had a record of past students anywhere?" Her eyes never left the screen. She handed me a map before resuming typing away at her keyboard.

"Thanks." I don't know why I mumbled it out but I did. Following the map I ended on the 3rd floor reserved for staff and visitors. I don't remember the school being this big, I reached the room that held record of past students. Filing through each cabinet I finally reach the one I wanted. Asano Miki it wrote in bold letters, taking out the walkman, I pressed play. Demons by Joji started playing, I remember the words to the song slowly coming back to me, they were just there, waiting for me to recite them again. Turning the page, the folder was relatively empty, not much is known except that she was a bio student like me, I scanned her profile more and found out that she lived nearby me. It kinda felt unnerving that she lived so close and yet I never bothered looking. Rushing out, I felt the door slammed behind me, I couldn't be bothered. I dodged and weaved between crowds of students and teachers all clammering to get to their classes. The walkman stayed with me all the way still playing the same song before I hear a click. New Magic Wand by Tyler the creator played, this was a surprise but a welcomed one, the heavy breathing of me and Tyler matched up. My helmet layed on the floor where I had thrown it off in the rush, my bicycle still leanig against the tree. I got on and rode back home like a silver bullet.

Hours passed and I finally got close to my destination. I saw some kids tagging a wall behind the police station, what a weird world we live in. Passing the local sundae place I finally reached home, the shape of the house was distinguished compared to others, my parents had renovated it to look exactly like it came from the 60's although 60 years had passed by then. I heard another soft click from the walkman and this time the song that played was Truimph by XXXTENTACION. The unnatural smell of cut grass filled my nose, I dropped my bike off but kept the helmet, deciding to walk the rest of the way. It was a decent walk and with this mountain bike helmet on my head, I kinda looked suspicious. A few people stopped and stared but I just pressed on, the yellow house coming into my view, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. A mural was painted at the side of a boy with flowers in his hands hanging out the window of a car. The sunset made the mural look even more aesthetically pleasing, I got closer and closer, the nervous feeling never leaving me. How do people do this? Like everyday I remember reading and watching characters walk to a random persons house and just knock. Is it really a lie, I can't do this. I stopped dead in my tracks staring at the house before me, I was right outside the place I needed to be. It was getting dark but I have to do this for me, my heart willed my feet and slowly I droned towards the house. Each step making my heart beat faster and faster, the feeling before was now multiplied. Eventually my knuckles were raised, ready to knock on the door, is this really what I want? My hands lowered a second before I knocked on the door surprising myself. Shuffling could be heard behind the door, small bits of conversation, I felt like I was intruding. The door creaked a bit before being slammed again, I stand there dumbfounded. I paused the walkman, not wanting the mood to be ruined by a song.

"Who are you?" The voice was feminine, it wavered slightly in fear

"I don't know if you know me but I'm Cameron Morgan. Somebody left their walkman in my posession."

I hear the locks click, the door creaks open and I'm greeted by the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. Did my eyes deceive me? I could see her face and all it's features, the freckles sprinkled over her nose, the scar running down her chin, the rosy tint to her face. Tears started to form in her eyes, she whispered my name over and over again before jumping in my arms. She takes my helmet off and drops it off to the side, for some reason I felt comfortable around her.

"Your alive Cam! I'm so sorry, You must hate me now, god."

I just stared at her, how did I know this girl? She was the most animated person that I've ever met since I woke up. Her rambling was cut short when she noticed my stare, she looked at me funny before realisation hit her.

"You don't remember anyone do you?"

I nod, just like at the hospital a week ago my words got caught in my throat. She looked down at my hands, her face was of guilt,  I don't understand what's happening but my hand intertwined with hers. I used my free hand to wipe away the tears that fell, her smile was still there. I don't know how to describe it but for the first time in this confusing week I felt something different. I felt safe.