Recovery

Chapter 1

        Hiding was something I was used to, something that came second nature to me but as I got older it became harder to finds areas that I could fit in without making a noise or move something out of place.

         “Where is she?” shouted a muscular built man probably in his late twenties. I heard him throw cans and bags trying to search for me but they’d never think to look up in the fire escape. 

Lately, I’ve been getting stronger so climbing has been no problem for me especially in situations like this when you’re trapped in a dead end of some unknown alley.

          After some time the man stopped searching and gave up. He walked back out to the street and headed towards his car. I waited till I saw his car pass and continue my way upwards.

Still cautious as not to make noise I ventured towards the top of the building till finally I saw a sea of apartment roofs. I breathed out a long breath and took my first step off the fire escape and onto the roof.

BANG! My head shot towards the door to my right and I clutched my bag close to me. I saw a rock near my foot and picked it up ready to aim at whoever came.

As if on cue I saw a girl similar to my age with dirty blonde hair holding a boy, around ten years old, by his collar.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to steal it!” the boy shouted. The girl shoved him towards me and gave me a questioning look. A question I knew not the answer to. What to do with him?

“What do you say Sky we could screw with his mind? He’d forget everything,” she said with a life. That was Henrietta for you, the most sadistic girl I know, also my best friend.

I grabbed the boy by his hands and gave him ten dollars to which he smiled and ran off. Henrietta just looked at me with an open mouth and eyes as big as a fish.

Ignoring her I pulled a round object out of my back and held in front of her face. She took it still looking at me with disbelief of what I had just done then at the object and began to exam in.

She ran her fingers over the intricate detailing of the sphere. She looked at the wording which ran along the middle of it which said, “Toccare se si deve osare, ma affrontare le conseguenze”. She looked at it with confusion in her eyes as I read it and translated it for her, “Touch if you must dare, but face the consequences.”

“Don’t ask me how I know that, I just do,” I replied her unasked question. She just stared at me and didn’t even realize that the object in her hand was beginning to glow. She passed it onto me and it felt warm and welcoming in my hand.

Then the light grew brighter and brighter almost blinding me until it faded and it became dust. Before I could grasp what just happened the wind blew it away.

And just like that I was back to square one of knowing about my past, hope I had of recovering my memories vanished and I fell to the floor on my knees with my head in my hands.