Trigger

Trigger - 4

6:37 and a knock on the door which led to the waking of Julia. "There's breakfast at the table for you." Mabel announced. Shortly after, Julia got out of bed and went into the kitchen to eat. "You had a long night last night. How was it?"

"It was weird." She said with eggs in her mouth.

"Oh, darling please do not talk with food in your mouth. It's rude." Julia finished chewing. "Why was it weird?"

"We went out for dinner but didn't eat. I told him about my memory loss, and he took me to his house. We listened to music, I remembered one thing and then I left. So, it was weird."

"Rewind. You remembered something?" Julia looked up at Mabel.

"It wasn't anything crazy. No names, no faces even. Just auditory memories. A song and a voice. My father's voice I think it was."

"Well hey that's progress!" She said cheerfully. "It must be that gentleman who brought it out of you. Are you going to see him again?"

"Umm I don't really know. I might've freaked him out last night. But he said he wanted to see me again. I guess we'll see."

"Julia sweetheart, I think you should." She said softly and stood up to put her dishes in the sink.

Julia had finished her breakfast and decided to go out that afternoon and check out the library. She was interested in seeing if she could dig up anything on herself.

When she got there, she went straight to the computer. She froze for a while because she didn't even know where to start. After a couple minutes she typed in "missing girls" it was in order of date, so it was handy, but it was all over the nation so it didn't help. Then she got more detailed with hair color and eye color and anything that she could add that was purely based on appearance. Then out of nowhere and hand grasped her shoulder, and instead of turning around to see who it was it brought her mind to another memory. A harsh memory. It wasn't too detailed at all, but it was enough to scare her. It was a memory of her being grabbed by her shoulders and pulled into a van. She couldn't see any faces or identify any voices, But the touch was surreal. When she came back to reality, she had tears streaming down her face. "If I didn't know you, I'd think you'd be looking for victims to kill." Said the familiar voice of Billy. Julia had said nothing and still had not turned her head but continued to cry. He looked over her shoulder and noticed her tears. "Julia I'm so sorry!" He knelt to her level. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to startle you."

"I-I would really appreciate if you n-never did that again. Please." She stuttered.

"I'm so sorry." She nodded and then turned back to the computer. "What are you doing anyways?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to figure out who I am." She replied. This time typing in "abducted" instead of "missing" based on her latest memory. She spun her chair towards him again. "What are you doing here may I ask? Were you following me?"

"Did it ever occur to you that I like to read?"

She looked down at his hands. "You don't have a book." She turned away again.

"You caught me."

"What is your infatuation with me?"

"See now, that's a secret." Julia rolled her eyes. "Come with me, and maybe I just might tell you." He said with his hand held out. Julia just looked at his empty hand, then she decided to close out the browser and leave the library with Billy.

They were walking down the crowded streets of New York his hand still holding hers. "Can you tell me now?" She asked.

"Ms. Julia, have you any interest in parks?" He ignored her question, so she didn't answer to his. Billy took initiative anyways and walked with her to Central Park. "This park is the place where my parents fell in love. They had been on a few dates before they came here. My mother had come from a wealthy family, and my father, not so much." He pulled her over to a wooden bench and took a seat with her. "They fell in love here because this is where they were equal. It didn't matter if you were rich or poor here because nothing matters. You are only surrounded by lovely sights and bystanders who couldn't care less about you. I know that doesn't sound too reassuring, but I promise you it is good. Because it means that it doesn't matter who you are, in this park, you're the same as everyone else. A breathing pile of skin and bones."