Nyctophilia

Chapter 4

Samira

Ok. Let's recap. I couldn't sleep so I woke up and went to the first floor. Until this part we are talking about something normal. As crazy that is possible, I saw a shape. Fine, we still normal. Then I fell asleep on the furniture in front of the picture window, I had a strange dream with someone without face. It is beginning to get odd, but we continue fine. I woke up and a beautiful shooting star that was not it started to fall from the sky, normal. But then I noticed that it was falling directly to my garden. Oh, oh, problems. I thought my life was ending, but no I had a second chance. Later the reincarnation of the bad mood in a flea came to visit me with a letter of a supposed Shinystar that said that I'm in danger and I can't trust even in my shadow. And important to say the letter was written six years ago. Yeah, a lovely night I know. Everyone should envy me.

Now I'm taking a shower because reading and rereading, finally dawned. This place is not different to the rest of the house, light colors, simple decoration, and not too much space. What did those words mean? The moon isn't going to give you the answers, you must find it by yourself. But it will guide you to the correct direction. I know that my gray matter is deficient, and maybe he or she has idea of this. But, think Samira. A strange with a showy name told you something like the argument of a Liam Neeson movie, and you'll believe it. Are you insane? I'm wasting my shower time thinking about a letter wrote in 2012 for me right now. Ja like the cows can fly too. And yes, I star laughing aloud imagine a cow touring the skies. I need help urgent.

I leave the bathroom and going to the room I find my dad in the hall:

- Hi, honey. How did you sleep?

- Umm. Fine. But I think we have to check the garden I heard a disturbing noise. – I say thinking that maybe he knows something.

- Ohh, I didn't hear anything, but in a while I'll check it if you want.

- Thanks. I'll appreciate it.

- I would make everything for me. – He said to me with a look that I couldn't decipher.

- I know, dad. Are you going to work today?

- No, I am not. I'm going to stay here. I'm on vacations this week.

- That's nice.

- Did you need something?

- Well, I would like to go out. In these four walls my mind is closer every time and I don't remember anything new. So, I thought that it would be a good idea.

- So, we are going to buy somethings in the store. Your mom has invited a colleague for dinner.

- Really? – I says surprised.

- Yes. Maybe you can't remember him, can you? His name is M-Marcos González. I think he is Latin. – He said but nervous.

- The truth this name don't remember me anybody maybe when I see his face tonight.

- Could be. – He said with an expression of doubt in his face.

- Yes.

- So, go to wear. We will leave in 30 minutes.

- Ok. – I says walking away him.

I got go out here. Now I need to find the way to investigate who wrote this letter because for more than I said I can't forget it and a feeling tells me that it could be true. I don't know nothing about me before the accident. I remember things or how to use it but nothing about my personal life. The doctors say that I'm fine and my brain is not damage permanently and I am supposed to recover my memory soon. But for a while I need to take pills for anxiety and the headaches that I could have because of the hits.

Opening my closet, I'm seeing my options. It's fresh outside so I need something to cover me from the cold and after a little dilemma I am wearing a white sweater with pigeons embroidered in cotton, blue jeans, and white converse. I take my cellphone and the letter and put them in my back pockets. I rush down if my dad is waiting for me. Mom is preparing breakfast when I enter to the kitchen.

- Good morning, mom.

- How are you today, sweetie?

- Good. – That was too much for me.

- Your dad told me that you wanna go out today.

- ­Yeah. I think it would be a good idea.

- Yes, that's ok. You should see another people. Probably you can remember faces. – She says but not very convinced.

- I hope so. Where's dad?

- In the garden. Checking in case of ratgons or things like that. – She said to me downplaying it.

- Ratgons? – I says doubtful.

- Yes, ratgons. Oh, you maybe can't remember them. They are a half meter being, normally gray, purple, or green. They don't have hair and always they are angry.

- I can't remember. – This it exists.

- No problem darling.

In this time, we hear a noise which comes from the garden and we both quickly go outside. What's that thing? OMG! We have to run.