Capitulo III : Missing Words

The night starts to fade to white as the sun starts to rise. The morning birds begins to sing arias but soon they are overshadowed by the trafic, as the city itself starts to awake. Like a night creature, Shadow retreats to his hideout, in a abandoned and unfinished building where the misfits and hobos decorate with all sorts of grafitis and other kinds of street art their view of the world.

The naked wall bricks were like a imense canvas, where pictures of people would mix with unintelligible words. Shadow's room was at very top of a long unfinished concrete staircase with a breathing take view on the city.

Near one of the windows, there was only one somesort of grafitti drawing, small compared to the other's on the building. It ressembled a blonde childlike saint with a blue ribbon in the luscious hair, that spread across the wall and frame the window like a painting. Shadow painted it the best he could for two reasons: reminder of his "happy" times with a true friendship and to feel less lonely. Sleepless, he sits near to the painting while watching the sun rises.

Meanwhile, at Amy's apartment, the first sun rays starts to spread through the blinds gaps, making a pattern of dashes on her face making her eyelids twitch. With some struggle, she starts to wake up grunting, with a major bed hair covering part of her face. Suddently, Amy's phone starts to rings loud, shaking like crazy, scaring the crap out of her, while she rolls in the bed sheets and falls in the ground.

"For Chaos sake… Who is it?" she grunts grabbing the cellphone while shaking her head trying to see the screen with her face covered with strands of hair. When she answers the phone, a soft female owl's voice speaks to her:

"Hello there dear Amelia, did you forgot our appointment?"

"Oh I'm so sorry Lady Sophia… I'm a little bit late, but I'll be there in twenty minutes!"

"Ok dear, see you soon. Be sure to arrive as soon as possible."

As the lady Owl hung up the phone, Amy gets up in a jump and in a rush, she trows the pijama around as she grabs a purple dress from the chair and a pair of matching boots from the floor.

While she enters the bathroom, completly dressed, grabs a brush and arranjes her hair with an eerie feeling. When she gently grabs and strokes a piece of hair while looking at the mirror, was like she could see between her fingers, golden strands of hair. As if for some moments she could almost turn into a blond person.

Annoyed, the pink female lands the brush against the hard stone of the counter and turns around, avoiding any eye contact with the mirror.

"I have to get to the bottom of this… Its like I'm not me anymore, but somebody else I forgot instead… Why now? Am I going insane?"

Amy asked herself as she walks towards the exit door of her apartment and grabs a coat with a set of keys.

Focused, she walked as fast as she could and catch the bus just before leaving. After greeting the bus driver and payed the ticket, she sits next to the left window's, just behind the bus driver.

As she was lost in a train of thought, looking to the cosmopolitan ambient outside, Amy suddently awakes as she sees the familiar blue blur passing near by the bus. Suddently a some sort of deja vú is triggered and it was like the blue blur became a black one, like the color had fade away.

Normaly, she would try to wave to the blue blur... But not that time. The girl shivered all over and suddently rises from her seat and aproaches the exit door, her heart pounding like crazy due to the mini anxiety attack. Everyone starts to stare at her, wondering if something was wrong. As Amy noticed she could get out the next stop, she pushed people out of the bus exit and rushed towards an old but cute victorian house in the middle of two huge towers.

For her relief, the Lady Sophie's house front door was wide open and as she entered, Amy's anxiety starts to fade. Still, the people next the bus stop talking about her strange behaviour.

"Welcome my dear!" lady Sophie says, with her arms wide open. She was an old white owl's, with a somehow gently granny looks. Her big yellow eyes had a spark on it, almost like she knew much more about people than meets the eye. Amy hugged her and apologized for being late still shivering from the deja vú.

"Its okay dear… I think Ive figured out what's going on with you." Sophie says as she softly strokes Amy's head and drives her by the hand to the cozy old couch of the living room. On the top of the table were dozens of documents and tapes with the sessions they made together. Right in the middle there was an some sort of folder with Amy's name on it.

Amy was nervous but her curiosity was stronger.

"Please… tell me." she says with an hitch on the throat.

Lady Sophie takes a deep breath as she places the folder on the pink hedgehog lap and sits.

"Out last session was pretty much deep… We dug enough of your past life and I didin't want to tell you anything before I could be sure what I heard from your mouth was true." She lets go a sigh, like she was trying to trying to gain courage to speak:

"You gaved me a name, a date and a place for every single past life regression you did. You don't remember anything, but your unconscious mind is trying to tell somehow, what you deep inside already know. Few weeks ago, you celebrated 16 years. Shortly after, you started to have several dreams and visions… It was your soul remembering of some traumatic events in your last pass lives, for example, last moments of life..." she paused for a few moments as she sees Amy becoming emotional, moments later she continue:

"I don't wanna tell you who you were, because I believe part of your theraphy and journey to discover. Is not everyday that the memory of someone's the soul starts to trigger so wildly, and in your case, it has a purpose or something for you to learn and it has to be in this life time. " -lady Sophia grabs Amy's hands and looks into her green watery eyes-" What I can tell to guide you through your journey is: you always had a person, a male, that cared more about you than the rest. In your descrpitions during the hypnosis, when you were about to die in your two last past lifes, the same male soul suffered with your death. It was like he or they had something to tell you, but they never had the chance... "