This wasn't right, wasn't natural. Why couldn't I remember anything? Was it because of a traumatic experience? Alright, I had to think this through, starting with the basics. My name was Sh... My name was... was... no, this can't be happening! Who am I?
"Where am I? Who am I? What's going on, what do you want with me?" I shrieked with growing panic. My name is... My name is... What the hell happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?
The tall man sat down beside me and I flinched. "Listen kid, something's not right here." You think? "The Zydrate must've fucked up your memories or something." What the fuck is Zydrate? "You're Shilo Wallace, and this is your house." So that solves the mater of my name at least, "Your father-" he broke off, turning the TV on to some "Genetic Opera."
I watchd in horror as "Blind Mag" pulled her eyes out and then was impaled onto a fence. Something deep, burried inside me wanted to cry out when the singer died, but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt when the man shot the guy I can only assume was my father.
It didn't matter that he poisoned me for seventeen years, or that he klled my mother. None of that mattered to me. I watched as the only father I would ever know died in my arms. I wasn't even aware that I had spoken, but when I started singing on the TV, something deep and burried within me rose, and I started to sing along.
The words came to my mind, one after another, despite never having heard the song before.
"Sometimes I wanted to cry
When the people on TV were not quite the way we were
Somehow I guess I just knew
But I didn't know I'd love you so much,
I didn't know I'd love you so much.
I didn't know I'd love so much,
But I do."
"Didn't know I'd love so much."
"Didn't know I'd love so much."
"Dad, I will not leave you here,
You will live."
"We will always have eachother,
In our time of need.
Daddy, you're the world to me."
By the end, I could barely choke out the words. Whatever knowledge I had of before I lost my memories had left, and I curled up into the man's arms, crying. He wrapped his arms around me, which felt nice and comforted me a little.
"Shh... Shi, it'll be okay." He murmured.
"But I will never truly know the dad that I lost." I whimpered. I had lost so, so much, yet I would never truly know everything I once had.
We talked for hours until I curled up in his arms, feeling safe and warm, and fell asleep.
I woke up to find myself in a strange man's arms. Screaming, I started hitting him with a broom. Ew! Pervert! What a disgusting creep!
"Shh.. Shilo, it's going to be okay." He said. Shilo? Is that my name? Why can't I remember anything? What has he done to me?