The start of the beginning:
A scream echoes through the room as the girl falls to her knees. Her head is throbbing, feeling as if someone is stabbing a knife into the very base of her skull. Another shot of pain, another scream. She hates the pain, but wants it to come. With every second of pain, comes a new memory. Piece by piece, little by little, she is slowly putting herself back together. But the more important the memory, the more painful it is. Her head and heart ache. One aches to remember, and the other aches to forget. She knows why this is happening; it was the result of Phonos, the result of their experiment. And times like these make her wish she had just died. But there are times were she can remember who she was, times were she can remember the people who she knows, or knew, and she realizes the truth. She can't stop. She has always been fighting, since she was…. Well… she can't remember exactly, but the fight is all too common. She has always been fighting and as much as she wishes, prays, needs to stop, she never will. It's a fight she can't win, and one she has no choice but to fight. As the blackness takes over her vision, she sees him. He is the only person who can help her, the one person who takes the fight away, who carries her burden. He is the one person who can not only save the world, but save her. And that alone, is something that is not going to be easy.
Where am I?
She thought as she woke up in a white tiled room. There were no lights on but the white tile laminated off the black checkered walls and black stall doors.
A bathroom, I'm in a bathroom.
Taking a quick look at her surroundings she slowly got up, trying to think back to whatever possessed her to lie down and sleep on a bathroom floor. Memories from the other night came flooding back to her. That one fateful night where her world was suppose to end. She truly wished she had died that night. She wished with all her heart and soul that she was not the one who had lived. She wished she was not strong enough to handle Phonos, she wants to be weak just like everyone else.
For the last year, knowing that one day she would die had been her only stability in that hell house. All the tests, interrogations, all the tortures she had endured had made her look forward to the one day were it would all end. Everyone already thought she was dead anyway, so why bother to even try? What was the use of wanting to live when all you had to look forward to was another day in living Taurus? Honestly she would rather be bunking next to Kronos himself than in the hands of the black coats. At least then she would not be the key to destroying everything she cared and fought for.
The scene replayed in her mind. Damn fate for making her the one. Don't they know that she wanted to die? Don't they know that she would have given anything to be just like all her friends and family who lie in that bed and die because of Phonos? Damn fate and damn the black coats.
A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled herself together.
Not here, not now.
Last night had been rough. She had had another episode.
Ha she laughed in her mind. It was a dry laugh with no real humor. Episodes, what am I now mental?
But she knew very well that she was not mental, although some may claim to differ. She was simply remembering. Her brain didn't hurt when she tried to solve a complicated math problem, her mind was basically now like a calculator. Square roots and large numbers were simple, no problem at all. She could look out on the streets of a new city and figure out exactly how it was graphed, when it was made and where she was all by walking down the street. Things that are not simple or even doable to a normal human mind are totally normal and capable of being done by her. So then why is it so damn hard to remember her own name? Why is one part of her working fine, perfect, being transcendent, when the other is pretty much nonexistent? She didn't need her new powers to figure it out, she knew the answer, and it was the obvious one after all. Phonos was the answer, it is the reason for all her problems in life right now.
Would I really be killing myself if I commit suicide but can't even remember my own name? Am I really still alive? I remember dying two years ago when I was taken and put into the program.
Again, another sigh escaped her lips. She knows she wasn't always like this. At one point she had things, people, reasons to live, but all those reasons were lost with everything else she once knew about herself. She wants to find them again, find a reason to live and to keep fighting, but she is scared. Everything else in her world fell apart or was destroyed, what if she has on one left? What if they have all fallen prey to this cruel fate too, and now she is all alone.
A boy with black hair and sea green eyes floods her vision, and a gasp echoes through the room.
No, no not again.
She waits for the pain, normally he brings it. But it never comes. She simply stands in the bathroom, her hands gripping a sink, leaning in and taking in her appearance in the mirror. Her memories she sees like a third person. There is the pretty, innocent blond haired girl who she knows she once was, then there is the raven haired green eyed boy who is always there. Weather he is standing next to her or simply saving her from a monster, he never leaves. There are other people too, like the satyr, or the girl with startling blue eyes, she was there for a while, left then came back. There are new people like the Goth boy (as mean as it sounds it's the only way to describe him). Then there is name, the only name she has, Luke. She doesn't see his face, or even any memories with him, but she knows she knows him. She also knows that he is dead, that's why she can't remember him. When he died, a part of her must have let him go or something because he isn't in her memories, or at least the important ones. She knows he is always there, but it's more of a presence than a real person.
She remembers enough to know that these people are important to her; they are her family and friends. The blue eyed girl she had known for a long time, she is like a sister to her and was with the blond haired girl since before they got to camp. The blue eyed girl left though, were she went, the girl is not sure, but she came back, and hasn't changed since. The satyr was one of the first people she met to, he is a lifelong friend and is important, like he has a high title or something, but she can't remember exactly. The Goth boy came last. He had a girl with him, but she went away and she suspects the girl died. But the boy didn't and she loves him like a little brother. She can remember treating him as one as well.
The green eyed boy is different. He came after the girl and the goat. He came in a literally shattered her world. That's how she remembers it. Something good, bad and exciting happened when he entered the picture, but what she can't say. She feels mixed emotions when it comes to this boy. She knows him very well, they are good friends. He has been the most consistent in her life, there longer than any of the others. He may not have come first, but he definitely stayed the longest. But once the friendship fades away she realizes that it's a lot more than that. She loves him, something that is dangerous to the both of them. She hopes he loves her back, but she really can't, or doesn't want to remember if he does or doesn't.
The light flickers on in the bathroom as the girl comes back from her thoughts. An old lady carrying an oversize purse walks in and acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary, as if 18 year old girls stand dark bathrooms crying all the time.
I'm crying.
She hadn't even realized it until she saw the tears running down her pale cheeks.
No. She mentally screamed at herself. Damn memories.
She quickly wipes her face, grabs her bag and coat and walks out, trying to run away from the memories. She wishes she had had a new one; the pain was more bearable when it was physical. The emotional pain was just too much, it wore her down and tore her apart. She could take the beatings and the headaches, but the heartache was just too painful.
She took a quick intake of her surroundings. She was standing on the side of a huge highway, that wasn't too crowded, but not empty. On the other side of the road was a sign that said something she couldn't read. It looked like WLECMOE OT AZRINOA.
Stupid Dyslexia.
She looked behind her to see she was standing in front of a big grey building that was low to the ground.
A rest stop. She sighed. I'm at a rest stop.
Inside she laughed at the irony. In front of her it looked like the ending of a movie, the sun rising, symbolizing the start of a new day, a fresh beginning.
If only.
Without a glance back at the rest stop, or the California border line, she slipped on her jacked and threw her bag over her shoulder.
Arizona here I come.
So that was chapter 4. Now it is pretty obvious who our heroin is This is by far my longest chapter and also my favorite! Please review…. Your words always help give me ideas and make me happy!
Thanks and just so you all know the bold Italics are our heroine's thoughts. I don't want to say her name because it would just ruin the chapter… If you haven't figured it out yet then you're just going to have to wait a little bit longer, because I am not ready to say her name yet. But 99.9% of you have got it by now.
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