Chapter 1
I woke abruptly. My heart was racing, and my face was covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Terror pounded through my veins as I looked around myself. The white, tidy bed I lay in felt unfamiliar, as did the very small, very clean white room.
A hospital?
I looked up at the sound of footsteps. A woman had entered the room. Her strawberry blonde hair fell down her back in a simple but graceful fashion, and a bright smile lit her face. She was clad in what seemed to be a nurse's outfit, confirming my hypothesis of being in a hospital.
"I'm glad you're finally awake!" she gushed in a voice that oozed cheerfulness. Bleakly, I wondered if her timbre was fake or if she really did talk like that all the time. "You've been unconcious for about a week now. I was told that you pushed yourself way too hard, and you collapsed, so you were brought here." The nurse pushed the hair up off my forehead to check for a fever. "Who brought me here?" I asked guardedly, I wasn't quite sure why I felt the need to be guarded, though it likely had something to do with the dozens of unspoken questions, that would remain unanswered, or also very likely the terror that still pounded through my veins since I had awoken. "Your father," the nurse answered plainly, as though it should have been the only logical answer. The terror of my dream that had just about faded away came back in full force, and my eyes widened in fear. What brought this reaction on? "What's wrong?" the nurse asked, the smiile fading from her face, as she noticed the fear on mine. "Where's my mom? And my sister?" I breathed in a panic.
The nurse's eyebrows drew together. "Your father never mentioned any other family," she said slowly, unsure of what I was talking about. "Maybe you had a dream while you were unconcious," she added briskly. "Can you tell me your name?" she asked, knowing what it was already, but wanting to make sure I did as well. I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and my vision started boing black as I could feel myself passing out, but not before I said "My name is Mikeru." I woke a few hours later, with no recollection of my conversation with the blonde nurse, nor of that nightmare that terrified me so very much. Along with those memories I had forgotten everything else, except my name that is. It felt very disconcerting having no memories, I found I had lost my voice or maybe a good question would be if I could ever speak in the first place. After awhile of watching some blonde nurse talking - although it looked more like arguing - with a couple of doctors about something I couldn't quite hear. Someone came to see me. It was a man, he was said to be my father. I was unsure though, I couldn't remember my father, or if I even had one, but I assumed that the hospital would have been responsible enough to make sure he was who he said to be. He was average-looking, and his name was Vailor - which I thought sounded different -. With his black hair, and pale blue eyes, he looked nothing like me. I had seen my reflection in a mirror situated on the wall in the bathroom, and I had green eyes and golden-brown hair. He seemed... friendly enough. I wasn't too sure yet. He was semi-talkative, he mostly asked me questions about how I was feeling, or if I wanted anything to eat or drink, being as I was unable to answer him his questions remained unanswered, and he soon quit talking. I was kept in the hospital for about two and a half weeks, only on Vailor's - I still wasn't used to the thought of him as my father - insistence, because I couldn't speak. Nobody seemed to notice or realize that I had amnesia, maybe because I didn't tell them, or act like I didn't know who I was, the reason was because I didn't want to have to stay in teh hospital any longer. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me and the hospital was boring. It was an hour drive from the hospital to the house, which was supposed to be my home. Vailor tried a few times to start a conversation with me, thinking I''d talk now that I was out of the hospital, for whatever reason I was unsure of. His attempts lasted for about fifteen minutes before he gave up and quit talking altogether. The only thing breaking the silence was the music from the car's radio. We arrived at the house a little after five in the afternoon, I surveyed the area around the outside of the house furst looking for anything familiar, the front yard was an average sixe and had a very large willow tree in the middle of it. From what I could see the other houses were set a little ways away, but not super far. The front of the house looked like it was made of bricks of a red-like color. It had a driveway that was filled with some types of smooth-looking pebbles with an assortment of colors, and the front door was made of a thick wood that looked like pine. Something about the house was only vaguely familiar as though I had been here before, but more like I had visited a few times, not like I lived here for any amount of time. He led me through the inside of the house and I looked at each room we passed, the living room was a medium size and painted beige, with only a sofa, coffee table, and a television. We also passed the main bathroom, a guest room, and a laundry room before seeing the kitchen, it was a rather large room and was furnished with cherry wood cabinets and marble counters, along with all the appliances, there was also a small table made of pine with four matching chairs. Past the kitchen was a flight of stairs which we climbed, there were four different doors each holding a bedroom - one of which I assumed was his - and he led me to the bedroom furthest back and on the right. Once inside the room he told me to make myself comfortable before leaving me to myself and heading back downstairs. He still seemed a little awkward around me, which I found slightly odd since he was supposed to be my father. Maybe it's because I've become so quiet, I decided before looking around my room. My eyes were immediately attracted to the walls, fascinated by the life likeness of the night theme; the dark blue paint on the walls and ceiling, mimicking the sky at night made the room look small, but roomy. The stars and full moon painted on the walls looked almost luminescent, and the northern lights on the ceiling looked as genuine as though I were outside looking up at them in the sky. I finally tore my eyes away from the paint to see my room's adornments. The bed looked to be queen sized and had dark blue bedding matching the color of the walls and the bed frame itself was made of dark cherry wood. The flooring was a matching dark cherry wood. The dresser was also a dark cherry wood, in fact all the furniture in my room was the dark cherry wood, the dresser was set across from the bed next to a door I figured was the closet. Their was also another door aside from the door leading in and out of the room and the closet door, and I had yet to find out what was behind it. Next to my bed was the nightstand and on it was a lamp in the shape of - surprise - a crescent moon the pulsated a soft, yellow light as gentle as moonshine. Beside it was a digital alarm clock that was as round as the full moon. Once I finished looking around the room, I went over to the unknown door that was close to my bed and peeked inside, finding out that it was my own bathroom. I had a shower, toilet, and sink, the walls were a dark purple, and the cabinets were the same dark cherry wood that seemed to be a common colored wood in my room. I left my bathroom, closing the door behind me, and before I could go exploring my closet I heard Vailor call me down for dinner. We ate in silence and after we finished, I washed the dishes - I supposed I was the one to do it - before going back to my room. Looking at the clocck, I noticed it was about nine. I changed into a nightshirt and a pair of shorts before I opened up the closet door, surprised to see someone looking back at me. It was a slender girl who looked about sixteen, with wavy hair that fell to her waist in a waterfall of bronze and familiar bright emerald eyes, and pale skin from staying inside for too long. It took me a few moments to realize it was me. I felt foolish being spooked by my reflection. I had of course seen my appearance before in mirrors, but I had never actually looked at myself before. I abruptly closed the closet door and climbed into bed. I didn't realize how tired I was until I sank into sleep almost instantly.
A hospital?
I looked up at the sound of footsteps. A woman had entered the room. Her strawberry blonde hair fell down her back in a simple but graceful fashion, and a bright smile lit her face. She was clad in what seemed to be a nurse's outfit, confirming my hypothesis of being in a hospital.
"I'm glad you're finally awake!" she gushed in a voice that oozed cheerfulness. Bleakly, I wondered if her timbre was fake or if she really did talk like that all the time. "You've been unconcious for about a week now. I was told that you pushed yourself way too hard, and you collapsed, so you were brought here." The nurse pushed the hair up off my forehead to check for a fever. "Who brought me here?" I asked guardedly, I wasn't quite sure why I felt the need to be guarded, though it likely had something to do with the dozens of unspoken questions, that would remain unanswered, or also very likely the terror that still pounded through my veins since I had awoken. "Your father," the nurse answered plainly, as though it should have been the only logical answer. The terror of my dream that had just about faded away came back in full force, and my eyes widened in fear. What brought this reaction on? "What's wrong?" the nurse asked, the smiile fading from her face, as she noticed the fear on mine. "Where's my mom? And my sister?" I breathed in a panic.
The nurse's eyebrows drew together. "Your father never mentioned any other family," she said slowly, unsure of what I was talking about. "Maybe you had a dream while you were unconcious," she added briskly. "Can you tell me your name?" she asked, knowing what it was already, but wanting to make sure I did as well. I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and my vision started boing black as I could feel myself passing out, but not before I said "My name is Mikeru." I woke a few hours later, with no recollection of my conversation with the blonde nurse, nor of that nightmare that terrified me so very much. Along with those memories I had forgotten everything else, except my name that is. It felt very disconcerting having no memories, I found I had lost my voice or maybe a good question would be if I could ever speak in the first place. After awhile of watching some blonde nurse talking - although it looked more like arguing - with a couple of doctors about something I couldn't quite hear. Someone came to see me. It was a man, he was said to be my father. I was unsure though, I couldn't remember my father, or if I even had one, but I assumed that the hospital would have been responsible enough to make sure he was who he said to be. He was average-looking, and his name was Vailor - which I thought sounded different -. With his black hair, and pale blue eyes, he looked nothing like me. I had seen my reflection in a mirror situated on the wall in the bathroom, and I had green eyes and golden-brown hair. He seemed... friendly enough. I wasn't too sure yet. He was semi-talkative, he mostly asked me questions about how I was feeling, or if I wanted anything to eat or drink, being as I was unable to answer him his questions remained unanswered, and he soon quit talking. I was kept in the hospital for about two and a half weeks, only on Vailor's - I still wasn't used to the thought of him as my father - insistence, because I couldn't speak. Nobody seemed to notice or realize that I had amnesia, maybe because I didn't tell them, or act like I didn't know who I was, the reason was because I didn't want to have to stay in teh hospital any longer. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me and the hospital was boring. It was an hour drive from the hospital to the house, which was supposed to be my home. Vailor tried a few times to start a conversation with me, thinking I''d talk now that I was out of the hospital, for whatever reason I was unsure of. His attempts lasted for about fifteen minutes before he gave up and quit talking altogether. The only thing breaking the silence was the music from the car's radio. We arrived at the house a little after five in the afternoon, I surveyed the area around the outside of the house furst looking for anything familiar, the front yard was an average sixe and had a very large willow tree in the middle of it. From what I could see the other houses were set a little ways away, but not super far. The front of the house looked like it was made of bricks of a red-like color. It had a driveway that was filled with some types of smooth-looking pebbles with an assortment of colors, and the front door was made of a thick wood that looked like pine. Something about the house was only vaguely familiar as though I had been here before, but more like I had visited a few times, not like I lived here for any amount of time. He led me through the inside of the house and I looked at each room we passed, the living room was a medium size and painted beige, with only a sofa, coffee table, and a television. We also passed the main bathroom, a guest room, and a laundry room before seeing the kitchen, it was a rather large room and was furnished with cherry wood cabinets and marble counters, along with all the appliances, there was also a small table made of pine with four matching chairs. Past the kitchen was a flight of stairs which we climbed, there were four different doors each holding a bedroom - one of which I assumed was his - and he led me to the bedroom furthest back and on the right. Once inside the room he told me to make myself comfortable before leaving me to myself and heading back downstairs. He still seemed a little awkward around me, which I found slightly odd since he was supposed to be my father. Maybe it's because I've become so quiet, I decided before looking around my room. My eyes were immediately attracted to the walls, fascinated by the life likeness of the night theme; the dark blue paint on the walls and ceiling, mimicking the sky at night made the room look small, but roomy. The stars and full moon painted on the walls looked almost luminescent, and the northern lights on the ceiling looked as genuine as though I were outside looking up at them in the sky. I finally tore my eyes away from the paint to see my room's adornments. The bed looked to be queen sized and had dark blue bedding matching the color of the walls and the bed frame itself was made of dark cherry wood. The flooring was a matching dark cherry wood. The dresser was also a dark cherry wood, in fact all the furniture in my room was the dark cherry wood, the dresser was set across from the bed next to a door I figured was the closet. Their was also another door aside from the door leading in and out of the room and the closet door, and I had yet to find out what was behind it. Next to my bed was the nightstand and on it was a lamp in the shape of - surprise - a crescent moon the pulsated a soft, yellow light as gentle as moonshine. Beside it was a digital alarm clock that was as round as the full moon. Once I finished looking around the room, I went over to the unknown door that was close to my bed and peeked inside, finding out that it was my own bathroom. I had a shower, toilet, and sink, the walls were a dark purple, and the cabinets were the same dark cherry wood that seemed to be a common colored wood in my room. I left my bathroom, closing the door behind me, and before I could go exploring my closet I heard Vailor call me down for dinner. We ate in silence and after we finished, I washed the dishes - I supposed I was the one to do it - before going back to my room. Looking at the clocck, I noticed it was about nine. I changed into a nightshirt and a pair of shorts before I opened up the closet door, surprised to see someone looking back at me. It was a slender girl who looked about sixteen, with wavy hair that fell to her waist in a waterfall of bronze and familiar bright emerald eyes, and pale skin from staying inside for too long. It took me a few moments to realize it was me. I felt foolish being spooked by my reflection. I had of course seen my appearance before in mirrors, but I had never actually looked at myself before. I abruptly closed the closet door and climbed into bed. I didn't realize how tired I was until I sank into sleep almost instantly.