Brechmos Academy: School For The Lost

CHAPTER 1

"Amalie Lucy Prescott."

The metal arm chair made a creaking noise when I stood up.

Bumuga muna ako nang hangin bago mahinang humakbang patungo sa harap. My slow steps were the only noise inside this big, white and glass room full of new students like me.

Dalawang araw na ang lumipas nang ni-rescue nila ako kasama ng 28 katao pa sa dalampasigan. Hindi ko maalala ang lahat ng nangyari no'ng araw na iyon, at sa totoo lang ay wala pa rin akong maalalang kahit na ano tungkol sa nakaraan ko.

Nagising nalang ako sa loob ng isang kwarto matapos ang ilang oras na pagkuha nila sa akin sa dalampasigan. I was alone. I didn't even know what to do, hardly enough, to think.

The white walls and the metallic bed and table were not helping me to cope up with the stress I was dealing with. May iilang gamit na ibinigay sila sa akin para maisuot ko para daw sa pagpunta ko sa Academy.

And now, I'm here. For two days, I have only encountered three people. The first one who inspected my body, the green eyed man and that woman...

That woman who has the most tantalizing grey metallic eyes I've ever seen. Her blonde hair and her physique in that white suit seems to give me the impression to never mess with her.

She almost felt graceful but... stoic in some way. Perfectly calculated. And when I knew that she was Brechmos Institution's President, everything seems to make sense why she feels so... compelling.

Bagong gising palang ako noon nang pumasok siya sa maliit kong kwarto. Tinitigan niya ako and all I felt was her presence. Naalala ko kung paanong kumabog sa kakaibang lumulukob na kaba ang dibdib ko.

"1129. I am Amanda Schuzner. President of Brechmos Institution." Her voice was like a silent ring inside my head.

Hindi ako nakapagsalita at tinitigan lang siya. Despite of being intimidated, I was ironically drawn to her. To those metallic grey eyes.

"What's your name?"

Hindi ko alam kung paano. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. At alam ko sa sarili na wala akong maalala ni katiting na bagay tungkol sa sarili ko. But with those eyes staring straight at me when she asked, she seemed to have opened a part of something inside me.

"L-Lucy. Amalie Lucy Prescott." I uttered out, feeling and hearing how my name sounded. It felt familar with my tongue, but foreign to my ears.

"How old are you?" At sa hindi ko na naman malamang dahilan, alam ko ang sagot.

"17." I uttered lowly.

Tumango siya. Nagsimula siyang maglakad papalapit sa metal kong higaan at pawang hindi ako makagalaw bigla.

Her presence was screaming at me. Holding me still. Manipulating. Compelling me to follow every step she takes. Tumigil siya sa harap ng paa kong nakalapat sa sahig. She bent slightly to level her gaze with mine and smiled gently.

I suddenly felt goosebumps raise on my arms.

"I know you don't remember anything. But we are here to help you. I'm looking forward to seeing you in Brechmos Academy. 1129, Amalie Prescott."

"Lucy." Napalunok ako nang muling maglapat ang mga mata namin. Parang nagsisi ako sa pagsasalita ko. But I don't know. I just feel like I want to be called Lucy rather than Amalie.

"I-I prefer Lucy." Tumango lang siya at nagsimula nang maglakad palayo.

Tigil hininga kong hinintay ang paglabas niya sa maliit na kwarto. Nakatanaw lang ako sa likod niya nang tiningnan niya akong muli. Her grey eyes seems to have glistened in the middle of the dim lit room.