~Death is gonna catch up to all one day,
But yours is coming quicker than ours.
~The Academy Is..
Amnesia...
The first word I hear
It was too bad
Sleep, is very peaceful
Then I realize something rather disturbing
I blink, looking around, I am back in class. I like school, well most of the time. I prefer testing times, when its quiet. Quiet usually helps, but not always.
I look down at my hands, I'm tightly clenching a pen. Poor thing, I'm suffocating it. I slowly release my death grip, its falls in my lap harmlessly.
The Bell Rings, instantly the class is full of loud teenagers, complaining about the test. Well, I shouldn't say full, a few kids are quiet.
Uchiha Sasuke is quieter than most, but not the quietest. Hyuuga Hinata is very quiet too, as well as her friend, Aburame Shino. Not to mention the apparent class genius, Nara Shikamaru.
I realized I needed to move..Mostly after being "bumped" into by Haruno Sakura, relentlessly following around Uchiha.
Highschool is...
Sigh.
Entry 5
If you count to 100 with your eyes closed, you can forget where you are. Just concentrate on...something that makes you happy.
I love people who find happiness in simple things...cherry soda, brown eyes, light filtrating trees.
"I memorize names easily, I guess when you have nothing in your head, you have to fill it up with something."
My therapist writes something down on a white clipboard labeled Akashisaku Naomi.
What a name.
"Why do you think you dont remember anything?"
"...I dont remember anything because of the accident.."
"Naomi, we discussed this before."
"That doesnt change anything..."
"The accident caused no trauma that would have caused amnesia."
"Maybe if I didnt have amnesia I would remember why I had amnesia.."
"..."
"Maybe its because the past needs to stay dead."
A bell rings, my session is over.
As i walk out into the rain, I pull my jacket on, keeping the hood down. The rain feels good.
My name is Akashisaku Naomi.
I have waist long black hair, with a side bang.
I've been called 'scene'. Whatever that means.
I have huge aqua eyes, that have a tendency to change color.
I'm thin, and 5 foot 4.
I'm 16.
I cant drive.
I know nothing about myself.
I suffer from amnesia, I remember nothing except tiny experts from what was my life.
Like car drives through a big city, eating cookies, looking at the clouds, chasing a rabbit.
A house burning.
The walk back to my school takes 20 minutes, I like to take my time.
I have only been in school 2 weeks.
I have no friends.
I am a social outcast.
Thats okay though, I need to get to know myself.
I'm wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tanktop with aquamarine bows lacing the edges and forming a big bow above my right breast that sticks out of the top of my black hoodie. My hair hangs down around my shoulders. The only shoes I wear are black converse.
I start singing randomly a lot of the time, songs I've never heard. It feels good though, maybe thats was what I wanted to do. Or not...
I see a group of people from school at a coffee shop. I try to keep my head down. I'm always being tormented by people. They spot me though, I glance up and they are all staring at me. I look back down.
My roommate will be back in two days. I haven't met her. Our room is a good size. You walk in and looking to either side, you see a bed. Hers is Black and red, with two pillows, mine is aquamarine and black, my new favorite colors, with 7 pillows. About a foot away from the end of my bed there is a small wall about three and a half feet high, you can see the kitchen on the other side. A bathroom is on the right side of the kitchen. There is one closet, a foot away from my roommates bed, its huge. I take up very little space in it. In the kitchen there is a table with many chairs. A small room is on the side with two desks and two small, square tables, which are placed in random other places, theres another small room with a TV, a computer, chairs, and two couches.
This is a pricey school.
I'm not sure why they put me here.
I start humming.
Eventually I start singing.
And I jumped the gun
Way too many times
To count that every time I did
I let myself down
And it got to the point where
That was OK by me
But then I got to the point where
I should probably start to think
About myself
Before I determine
What's so hazardous
For everyone else
Hold On, wait up,
Wait a minute, so I can
Stop listening, hold this
Before this gets all out of hand
And I'm not trying to
I just know that I'm going to
So when I come to my senses
Don't say that I didn't warn you
And I control myself worse than anyone
And that's probably most likely something
That I should work on
I hold on more than anyone would ever know
I've got this mental crypt that doesn't know
How to let anything go
Hold On, wait up,
Wait a minute, so I can
Stop listening, hold this
Before this gets all out of hand
And I'm not trying to
I just know that I'm going to
So when I come to my senses
Don't say that I didn't warn you
Wait up, take this as your warning
I've never been to good at verbalizing warnings
All my life everybody tried to warn me
But this has warned me
Let me out, cut me down
And you've widdled away
At my heart, from the start
But not in a bad way
Let me out, cut me down, from the middle
Little by little
Little by little
Delta Delta!-Grandpa Built a Castle Cake