So I've decided to write a story with an actual OC. Am I seriously doing this? I've gone crazy. Do not mind me. This is being posted at 3 am, so... yeah.
Don't be harsh, okay?
"Get the hell out of here!"
The words merely get to my brain as I stumble over the threshold of some kind of a store. The angry voice keeps hissing at me, but I don't pay attention. Instead, I sit down and stare blankly in front of myself, trying figure out what exactly am I doing here.
I have no idea who I am. The only thing I remember is feeling the cold pavement against my face. Standing up, walking into the store, the people - everything's been such a blur. It's like I'm on some kind of drugs. Am I a drug addict? I don't recall any drugs having amnesia as a side effect. Maybe I'm wrong.
"Listen, kid," the voice suddenly became material as I feel someone's hand pulling me by the hair. "I won't tell you again. Either ya get lost or I call the cops!" He pulls me back before throwing me out on the street. Once again, I stumble, but I manage to stay on my feet. I lift my eyes heavily to look at the man who did this to me, only to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the shop-window.
Is that what I really look like? A skinny girl in a dirty white shirt and ripped jeans, her eyes sunken, her brown hair unkempt? It seems like someone has sucked the life out of me. I don't feel any memories coming back, though. I spot something written in blue on my left arm.
If lost, your name is Azalea.
So this must have happened before. It had to be me who wrote this down. But why would I leave no further information on who I am?
Look at her, all confused.
What the- Am I going crazy? I turn around like a lunatic, desperately trying to find the source.
Do you think she's gone mad?
Wouldn't be the first one we saw.
Who is talking? Am I imagining this? Is this all in my head?
"Show yourself," I cry out, pulling my hair.
She can hear us?
"Yes, I can hear you!"
A woman passing by turns her head, her blue eyes widened. I ignore her and keep looking for the source.
In all my years-
"Please," I'm practically begging.
I don't hear anything anymore. Have they stopped? Did I imagine everything?
I see two teenagers staring at me. A blonde and a boy with sunglasses. I stare at them confused.
"Are you alright?" The boy asks.
I slowly shake my head. No, I am not alright, I am freaking out because I hear these voices in my head and I can't determine why or where they come from!
The girl seems rather indifferent. And perhaps a bit jealous?
"What's your name?"
I roll up my sleeve to show him. He exchanges a quick glance with the girl. She nods as he grabs me by my arm.
"Um, would you mind coming with us?"
Do they know something I don't? They certainly seem so. Maybe they know who I am! Maybe they can explain the situation!
Oh wait. They would have recognized me if they knew me. Should I trust them? Who knows what they might do to me, where they might take me. On the other hand, they might be the only lead to finding out who I am.
I nod. A smirk appears on his face as he lets go of me.
"I'm Robin, and this is Artemis."
Artemis eyes me suspiciously so I give her an insecure smile. She looks away quickly. The Robin kid starts rambling about something to her and they start walking. I quietly follow, not paying attention.
You did the right thing.
It's that voice again! And I sure hope it's right.
Well now. That was rather... I really don't know what word to use.
So I've played with idea of Azalea for a while, but I have yet to develop her character. We'll see how the story goes.
Reviews are very welcome.
~TrappedArtist