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The silence surrounding me was oppressive. All my instincts were alert, despite the fact that I knew there was no a single human soul in at least 2 miles away. No one had really come here in the last week. The only sounds I heard were the ones from the cars passing in the road, far away from the house.
I entered the old barn with a heavy heart, remembering all the familiar noises it used to fill its walls. Red, our only horse, that used to sleep in an improvised stall at the opposite wall to the entrance, was taken by the bank to pay up for some loans my father had made, as well as our minimum cattle and the little tractor, the only remains of the fire. Therefore, the place was depressingly empty and silent.
There was no more Raphy´s laughs, dad's complains, Red's snorts, mom's footsteps, nothing that indicated that this was, once, a happy family's home. Nothing at all.
The fire hadn't reached the barn because there was a good distance between it and the main house and, thankfully, the wind didn't blow in its direction while consuming the place were I was happy and secure for eight years.
I couldn't say that it was the only place where I was happy, because I couldn't remember anything from my previous life but, it felt just like that. And now it was only a mess of burned wood, destroyed and revolved furniture wrapped with that awful yellow police's tape. It wasn't my home anymore; it was now a crime scene.
I knew I had to be quick. The place was pretty much abandoned, but I couldn't afford the risk of anyone seeing me sneaking up inside. It was just very hard seeing that ghost place so I just stood there, looking to those bare walls, remembering a life that I would never have again. I was paying attention to the outside, listening to every sound and I was confident that there wasn't a soul around so I let myself sink in my memories.
After a while I started to feel anxious and decided that it was time to get what I came from, and leave the sooner I could.
It wasn't difficult to find the spot where my dad buried a box containing the money they found me with. He and my mom decided to hide the money because they were so afraid that it could bring something bad to the family that they didn't even want it inside the house.
I honestly didn't want to come back for it but, I wasn't stupid and knew that I would need money to live. I needed to find a place, buy clothes, food and other necessities.
I also needed tickets to the next bus out of the town reading north, where I knew I came from. I didn't remember my life before my parents found me, but we discovered later that it was simply impossible for me to forget about something.
Even more amazing was the fact that I could share my memories with other persons by touching my hand on their cheeks. It was a useful gift, but also a scaring one. My parents were constantly afraid that I showed something for a stranger accidentally. It had never happened, but the possibility was there all the time, kind of haunting us.
My ability had always frustrated me. How could I possibly have this amazing particularity and still be completely lost, don't have a single memory of my past? The only thing I had was those strange feelings of lost and cold.
Thinking of it, I had decided that I couldn't be a victim anymore. I needed to find out what had happened in my previous life. That way I would be able to protect myself against the ones that were tracking me down since I was an infant.
At least, that was the rational explanation for my reckless plan. The truth was that I was terrified. I didn't know who or what was after me. Hell, I didn't even know who or what I was. The only thing I knew was that I should try to figure out who I was.
Maybe someday, I could bring properly justice for my lost family. Somehow, having killed their murder didn't seem to be enough. I felt like I owned them to exterminate all the danger that surrounded me.
Since I didn't have a clue where to start my search, I had made a random research in the Internet, checking for areas with large areas of forest and rain, the only two things I was positive I had experienced.
I was going to start my search in Port Angeles.
A/N: Hey, guys. Is there still someone out there? Sorry for the lack of updates. Real life sucks sometimes.
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