Puzzle of Memory
Chapter 1
It hurts...
Pain, that's all she could feel.
Help me…
She could feel the suffering, crept all over her body.
Someone…
Help me…
"… Hey."
Voice, she could hear it, faintly.
"Hey, you okay?"
Help me…
"Hey."
The voice kept on asking.
She tried really hard to make a voice, but moving even a bit only made the pain worse. The only movement she could make was open her eyes, even though it's only a few millimetres. But it's all blurred.
It hurts…
A tear escaped her eyes.
Help me…
Someone…
-X-X-X-X-
A voice… could be heard, so soft, calm, and comforting…
I couldn't understand its words, but I could hear it, I could feel it…
It was the only light I could see in the darkness that surrounding me…
I want to get closer to that voice…
But I couldn't…
Because the more I tried to get out of here, the more suffering I could feel…
"You should go home and take a rest, son," a middle age man dressed in a white doctor's coat said, putting one of his hands to the boy's shoulder.
The boy, sitting on a stool beside the hospital's bed, looked up at the wise-looking man then back at the unconscious girl in front of him. He couldn't leave this girl. He didn't want to leave this girl.
The doctor seemed to know what that boy were thinking, patting the boy's shoulder. "You're already accompanying her daylong and she sure would be grateful for that," he said, a fatherly tone in his voice, "But you also need to rest or you'll get sick and end up in a hospital bed, too."
The boy formed a small smile on his lips as he looked back at the man behind him. "Yeah," he agreed, "I guess I should take care of myself too."
The doctor nodded with a wise smile on his face. The boy got up from the stool he's been seated from over five hours then walked over to the white door, before he stopped and took another glance at the girl. "I hope she's okay."
"She's okay and will be. I will watch over her," the doctor assured him.
The boy smiled again. "Thank you, doctor," he said as he opened the door.
He took a last glance at her. He really didn't want to leave. After a minute or so, he closed the door behind him hesitantly.
That voice had gone and the light faded, leaving me here alone…
Alone, in this cold darkness, in the nothingness…
-X-X-X-X-
"How's the girl?" a brown-haired woman asked to the boy in front of her.
The boy took a seat on one of the chairs in the dining room. He put his elbow on the wooden table then rested his head on both of his palms. He shook his head. "Still the same as before."
The woman looked at his son, concerned. She picked up a mug from the kitchen table, near the sink, and poured some hot chocolate she'd made into it. She held out the mug for the boy.
The boy picked the mug from the woman's hands. "Thanks, Mom," he said, taking a sip of the hot beverage.
She poured the hot chocolate to another mug for herself, and then sat on the chair across from her son. Looking at how the boy lost in his own thought, she said, comforting him, "She would be alright."
He lifted his gaze from the hot chocolate in his hands to the green-eyed woman then turned it down at the table. "Yeah."
He really hoped she would.
-X-X-X-X-
He walked down the plain white hospital corridor and sometimes nodded as a respond when a nurse he's been passed greeted him. He turned left and faced a white door. In front of the door signed on the turquoise oval sign: Room 313.
He pushed the door open and stepped in. He paid full attention to the helpless body of the girl, lying in the white-sheeted bed as she usually did for the last one week, almost two. He walked over to the girl and took a seat on the black stool he usually sat on.
He stared at the girl. She looked really fragile and helpless. He couldn't sure about her height or weight, since he'd found her on a laying position. She's not skinny, but not fat, too. She was just… slim, proportional.
A thin layer of white bandage was covering her head, but some strands of her brown hair jut out between it. Her face was pale right now. But he's pretty sure she had soft peach skin. And her eyes, he couldn't see it because he had never seen her wake up, yet.
Actually, she was cute. Her appearance attracted him a bit; her brown hair, her delicate light skin, her coral red lips. It all seemed to make his face stammer whenever he thinks about it. Maybe that was the reason he could get so concern for this girl, this stranger. That might be… or not. He, himself, wasn't sure about that.
The first day when he found her was at the river. It was twilight that time—well; it always was twilight in Twilight Town. He was walking home late that day since he got a detention for sleeping during Math lesson, so he took the shortcut to his home: a route by the river.
He was skateboarding along the bank of the Blue Hour River, when his gaze suddenly caught the surface of the river. It was red, rusty red, reminded him much of the blood he saw in his biology laboratory. He stopped his skateboard by putting one of his feet on the ground.
He stared at the river surface, at the blood colour on one part of the river. He narrowed his eyes only to realize that the source of the red colour was some 'thing'. It was floating in the river, covered with the same red liquid.
He didn't know what that thing was, and about to leave when it got washed away by the stream. He took a last glance at the river and went wide-eyed as he could see that that red liquid was blood and that thing was a body, a human body, a girl.
He quickly jumped on to the river, leaving his postman bag and skateboard behind. He swam over to that girl, trying to resist the flow from drowning him. As he got to the girl, he grabbed her, holding her bloody body tightly with one hand, and then swam across the river again.
He picked the girl up from the water when he arrived at the river bank and put her down, laying her injured body on the ground. The girl was unconscious, doesn't give any sign of living except her heart beat and breathing sound.
The boy, panicked, shouted out at the girl, making sure if she's still alive. However, she still didn't do any movement, even the lightest. Only a tear escaped from the corner of her closed eyes, streaming down her already wet cheek.
He didn't know why she's crying that time. He didn't know, nor did anyone else. No one in this Twilight Town knew about her. No one knew who she really is, where she is come from, or how she could get injured that badly. No one knew.
The boy, still looking at the girl's pale face, leaned forward and put his hand on hers. "Hey," he began speaking. "How do you feel?"
The girl surely didn't answer. The boy smiled, more to himself. He felt funny for how he does such a one-direct communication with someone who he didn't even sure could hear it.
He had done this since the first time he found her. But he never stopped from coming and talked to her. It was as if talk to this unconscious girl was a habit for him.
Then, he continued talking, telling her about how he had spent his day at school today.
That voice has come back, getting through this infinite darkness that surrounds me…
That voice became closer and closer to me. It was there, really close. I could hear it clearly…
Slowly, the voice reached me, pulling me up from the darkness, from this nothingness…
-X-X-X-X-
She began to regain her conscious. She tried to make every single movement she could make. She moved a finger hand, followed by another one. Then, she slowly opened her green eyes. She blinked a few times as if it's been years since she last saw the light.
Where am I…?
That's the first question across her mind. Confused, she pointed her green gaze all around the room, trying to recognize the new surrounding. Her gaze stopped when she saw a boy, standing before the window on her right.
The boy was looking through out the stained glass with his back facing her. He gazed out at the daily phenomenon when the sun disappeared below the horizon, resting from lighting the town with its brightness all daylong. The boy didn't make any move. He seemed to get lost in his own mind.
She observed the boy. A strand of the sunlight coming through the window highlighted his blond hair, making it looks golden. His spiky hair was swayed to one side. His skin wasn't pale, but not too tanned, just neutral light skin. He was wearing a cream-coloured short-sleeves jacket, with a bit of black and white checker pattern on it, beneath his black shirt, and black and pale-brown pants.
Who is he…?
She questioned herself. But, sure, she didn't know the answer.
The boy suddenly turned his head around, looking over his shoulder and stopping it at me. He had a really concerned and tired look on his face when suddenly his deep-blue eyes went wide-eyed, glittering with both happiness and surprised. A smile slowly took over his previously-frown lips.
"Y-You're awake?" he asked, although he's already knew the answer.
The girl nodded gently, but still confused. She didn't know who this boy is, or whether he's dangerous or not. She stared at him, alerted.
"How do you feel?" he asked again, his tone sounded his worry.
She gave him a questioning look, but then opened her mouth to answer. 'Confused,' she said—at least, tried to—but only a soundless word escaped her mouth.
'Eh?' No sound. 'My… My voice….' She tried to say something—anything—but nothing came out, no voice came out. As minutes passed, she began to panic, one of her hands covering her mouth and the other on her neck.
The boy realized what has happened even without the girl saying anything. He quickly said, "I'll go get the doctor," and by that, he ran out the room.
'What happened to me?' she said soundlessly, 'I am… mute…'
--To be Continue--
Author's note:
I've been having this idea for about the last two weeks. I hope you like it.
I have wrote something about the girl appearance, maybe some of you already guessing it right. And about the boy... could you guess it? yeah, it's obvious since the summary told you.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kingdom Hearts (This was just for formality. Not really important actually.)