Chapter 9

A while later, Alfred announces it's time for dinner, setting a plate of food in front of me. I watch him as he settles down across the table from me.

"So," I begin, trying to spark a conversation. Alfred looks up at me.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"How did I- How was I... Before I lost my memory?"

A short silent falls between us. At first, I think he won't answer, but he eventually does. "You were... Nice, I guess. But you were also mean. You were very blunt and whatnot, too. You could do magic, which was really weird. You said you were good but whenever I saw you do it, it didn't work so well, you know?" I nod slowly, understanding somewhat of what he just said.

"Did a lot of people like me?" I don't know why I want to know, but it's been bothering me not knowing.

"Not really. Wang didn't, neither did Antonio. Gilbert was okay with you and Francis also hated you."

"If he hates me, why is he helping us?"

"I guess no matter how much you argue and curse each other out and say 'I hate you', you both care for each other," Alfred says thoughtfully. That silences me into thought.

So, if I hadn't gotten amnesia, would Francis still care? Or, would he call me every name in the book? I still want to know why I have amnesia. Alfred said it's because I fell out of a tree, but I have a feeling he's lying to me. And how does that explain why he was in the hospital too? Maybe I just need to stop relying on him for answers and figure it out myself. But where do I start? How do I start?

"Anywho, I think I'm going to hit the hay. You probably should too 'cuz it's been a long day. Tomorrow you have to meet Mattie, also. You'd wanna stay awake for that," Alfred says yawning.

"Alright," I say also yawning. We both stand up and put our empty dishes in the sink. We walk upstairs, him going further because his room is further down the hall. "Good night Alfred," I say.

He looks back to me and smiles. "Good night, Artie," he answers. He then leaves my sight. I nod and head inside my room, too.

"Hello, Isabella," I say, acknowledging her presence near my closet. She comes into view.

"Hello."

"I have a feeling you can't tell me what happened, can you?" I ask climbing into my bed after changing into nightwear.

"No. I can't. It's not my place to."

"As I thought. Can't you help me find out, though? As in, give me hints if I'm going in the right direction?"

"We'll see," she says mysteriously. "You can sleep. You look tired." She disappears leaving me confused.

Those words. You can sleep now. You look tired. They sound so familiar. Why? I want to know. I need to know. With these thoughts circulating in my mind, I fall asleep.


Um. Hi. How's it going? I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I've had a bad case of the disease called Writer's Block. I know the chapter isn't much at the moment, but hopefully it'll tell you that I'm still here. I'm hoping that it's gone so I can finish this story sooner than it has been at the rate I'm going. I'm not sure when the next update will be out, so bare with me. Um, I hope you enjoyed it, and until next time, peace~!