And we're back! Hiya guys! Sorry 'bout all the confusion resulting from the last 2 chaps, but (hopefully) in this chapter, they will be answered. Things are really starting to roll now. But let's get on with it! (Again, there's a reason for the setup change ;) Also, I'm sorry for the long 'previous chapter thing.' Please forgive me ;-;)


Chapter 12: Somethin' Screwy


In the previous chapter...

It felt as if I was being torn in two. The very fiber of my body felt like it was split and molded back together, like an unstable force. My heart couldn't be able to take this much longer.

A sharp pain in my chest.

My arms fell limp.

I felt my heart stop.

A last, slow, solemn breath.

My vision faded into nothingness.

My body ached and shivered, the cold ground sending chills through my spine.

I groaned as I pushed myself up, rubbing the palm of my hand into the side of my head.

I cautiously slid open my eyes.

Where the ever-loving fuck am I?


The cheap, plastic seat was as stiff as expected. The dull thrum of the air and the constant malfunctioning whirring of a counter top fan keeping the silence tolerable.

I had been sitting in the same butt-numbing seat for over half an hour, and yet my patience wasn't running thin. My stinging eyes had been staring sightlessly at the linoleum floor, thoughts too scattered and confusing. The world was gone before me, and so must I have been to the world. That or my sanity was currently being questioned by the no-doubt high-off-his-horse man in the corner.

I had tried to tear myself away from the questions, but every attempt at a distraction only led to another question until I was lost in the mind maze once more. Those have got to be the most weird-ass shoes ever... do I have a pair like that? I want some. No, that's stupid.

I don't remember.

This is a really empty police station... have I ever been in a police station for something bad before? Oh god, I hope not. But that would be awesome.

I don't remember.

He has a ring on his ring finger, I guess he's in a relationship... am I in a relationship? I wouldn't be surprised, I bet I'm hot as hell...oh who am I kidding? I hardly doubt it; how could anyone possibly love me?

I want to remember...

Soft padding of boots thankfully split me from the ever-annoying inquires that plagued my newborn, blank-slated thoughts. Good lord, I'm as blank as an amnesiac.

Wait.

I am an amnesiac. Fudgin' wonderful... Fudgin'? That's an odd expletive replacement. And why the hell am I using it?

Oh god, I'm going insane.

"Heya, sweetie. How's it comin' along in here? Pretty boring, am I right?" The police officer hummed, running a hand through their short hair. They lazily dropped their hand back down to their side, the appendage swinging only for a short time afterwards from the momentum. At the lack of an answer on my part, they took a small glance out of their corner of their tired eyes at the high-man in the corner... who was now rocking back and forth singing an obscure tune under his breath. Get well soon, high-man, get well soon.

The officer turned back to me, leaning close to my face in a dramatic style; a hand supposedly enough of a wall to prevent the other presence from hearing. Like a middle-schooler gossiping at lunch, good lord.

"He didn't cause any problems, did he? 'Cause I could take care of 'im, if ya begin to feel a little uncomfortable," they whispered, switching their gaze between me and the high-man at an abnormally fast pace. You need to chill, my friend.

I shook my head "no." The officer stood straight, looking to both of their sides as if they were looking for anyone else who might snitch on them for something they shouldn't be doing. I felt the hair on my arms stand on end and my heart pick up a beat. I could feel my skin become cold and sweat begin to form on my forehead, pinning my awkward bangs against my skin. When the officer sat down beside me with an enthusiastic plop, I let out a silent breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I'm the one who needs to chill a bit. That was completely and utterly irrational. Everything is fine.

Everything will be okay.

"Not much of a talker, ay? It's okay. Everyone has their reasons. Plus the silence is nice after a long day." God bless this person. But sorry to rain your parade.

"On the contrary. I just didn't have anything to say at the moment." I droned with a blank stare boring into the opposite wall. I saw a small smile tug at the officer's lips at the rather emotionless comment. I sound like an android.

"She's got a sense of humor. Good to know. Makes things a little less tense on me." The officer remarked, scratching the back of their head before yawning loudly. They lifted their watch and inspected the time, lowering it back down after it's purpose had been served.

"Ahh, still got 'bout an hour till ma shift is over. At least I've got some company this time. But I still got ask you some questions. Classic. Nothing too invasive. That okay?" They seemed rather easy and kind about approaching the situation. Not to mention calm, like they had rehearsed the whole thing over a thousand times. They seem good enough. Nothing too suspicious or creepy.

"Yeah, go ham." The same droned, hollow voice. Am I okay?

"So where are your parents?"

"Don't know." Why do I sound so empty?

"Don't know?"

"Don't remember."

Silence.

"Oh."

Yeah. Don't know how to approach this situation anymore, do you?

More silence. They looked down at the cold floor with an unreadable expression. It looked almost... haunting.

"Did... did you leave them or did they...?"

"I don't remember."

"Do you... remember anything?" They turned their head to face me eye to eye, but I was too busy still staring down the wall. The pale crème surface became too dull to stand so I redirected my stare toward the officer and noticed the scratched gold name plate. "Officer Bridger."

I turned my eyes away towards the wall again. It was easier to take in.

"No."

Even more silence.

"Not even a name?"

A small chuckle fell over my chapped lips, a cold sense of humor finally bringing out some semblance of emotion.

"Nope."

A low hum was warmly welcomed compared to the ever-present quietness.

"Well then, I can't keep just callin' ya 'sweetheart' now, can I?" Officer Bridger slapped their hands against their legs with definite finality and proceeded to stand up. I never expected my "WTF" feeling to be the second I experienced, but hey, we're making progress. Apparently the officer hadn't seen my odd expression, because they then proceeded to walk in front of me, kneel upon one knee 'shining knight' style, bow their head and say the nerdiest thing to ever nerd:

"Will you bestow the honor of naming thee upon of this humble servant before you now?" Holy fuck. That is chivalry right there, folks. Bring out the note pads and start taking some goddamn notes. And thank mercy I'm a slight nerd myself... wait...

I am?

I quickly forgot about the new pestering mosquito of a question and felt my pride inflate tenfold. With a lift of the chin, a raising of the shoulders, and the best response possible on the tip of my tongue; I felt like one hell of a badass monarch.

"I grant thy servant thy honor. But chose wisely, for if it is a dissatisfaction, punishment shall not be swift."

We stared at each other with blank faces unmoving, eyes locked in a silent staring contest. Or a try not laugh challenge. Take your pick. But it was becoming to much to bare, my eyes beginning to sting with tears and their lips pursed in a -rather pitiful- attempt to stop from smiling.

Loud laughter soon rang throughout the room.

I clutched my stomach, bending over with tears streaming down my cheeks- which were starting hurt from how hard I was smiling. The salty drops slipped past my lips and onto my tongue, the taste somehow; in someway, felt like like deja-vu. The ache in my gut from all the laughing felt relieving, unrecognized stress billowing away unseen, only to drag a heavy feeling into it's place. It felt like a knock to my chest; the air stolen from my lungs. Unreigned hysterics sobered back up, and I swear I felt a crack appear in my heart as if rejected and forgotten old pavement.

The expression of unemotional washed back into place, a rush of it just fitting.

And I finally started asking the right questions.

Who am I?

A fitzed-out sound erupted from Officer Bridger's side; their laughter dying down as they plucked a -rather low-tech- walkie-talkie. With a click of a button; loud, undistinguished mumblings and static filled outpourings filled the quiet room. I couldn't understand a single word. Or number. There were definitely some numbers in there. But seriously, talk about a rude interruption. Or a subject change. Damn, I'm indecisive.

Officer Bridger took a deep breath and sighed.

"Sorry, kiddo. Name pickin' is going to hafta wait. Got a missin' persons report to check out. When I get back, I'll take you to the hospital to get ya checked out," they dejected quietly before turning to go out, leaving the place filled to the brim with a tense silence. But as they took the first step, they paused, turning their head just enough to peer out of the corner of their eye. Why won't they look me in the eye?

"Do me a favor and make sure they don't cause any trouble, 'kay?" They pointed at the high-man with a thumb, "I'll see ya later." And proceeded to walk out the building. Someone has a dramatic flair to them. At least they're not a boring, donut-eating, desk-and-paper-work person.

Well, this is quite the formidable silence.

I'm bored.

I slowly took in the empty walls and empty seats for what felt like the ninety-ninth time. A couple of lights flickered above from overuse and neglect. I turned my tired eyes over to the black box nestled in the upper corner of the room. I highly doubt they would have any cartoons on at- I quickly glanced at the clock on the other side of the room- 8:32. Well, maybe. No, that's stupid, cartoons are for kids. Fuck it, then consider me a child.

Shit, I am one sassy motherfucker, even when debating against myself. But is is the swearing necessary? Damn right, it is. Ugh, I can't even escape my own thoughts.

I shook my head, clearing away my own stupid arguments. It was like two polar-opposite people tearing at each other, only they were locked in the same room. And there was no peace-keeper outside to break things up in case in got too violent. It was exhausting.

I felt my hands involuntarily clench tighter around the seat, shoulder's taunt and rigid. Deep breath. In. Annnd out. Good girl. Keep breathing.

I stared at my feet, the swinging movement a calming distraction.

Swinging...

Breathing...

Swinging...

Breathing...

Swinging...

I turned my eyes to the clock- 8:45. I can't take this anymore. I want cartoons.

I stood up rapidly, stumbling a bit, then stiffly marching over to the out-dated TV and quickly searched for the power button. With a jump and a quick push, colors immediately flashed over the glass screen. A blonde man appeared on screen with his hands crossed, an image of an empty road with blue and red lights around the edge in the corner beside him. The grim and empty expression was normal and expected. Fwipping to another channel; I stared at the screen expectantly, hoping my luck would turn up and some cartoon would appear. But nope, only commercials. After about ten minutes of scouring through the other extremely limited channels, I sighed in defeat. News channel it is, then. Or maybe I could just turn it off and twiddled my thumbs some more.

A deep, monotone voice had me turn my attention back to the dusty screen.

"-issing person's has recently been reported to the police; who are now beginning the search and investigation for eighteen year-old Be-"

I groaned loudly in exasperation, switching off the magic box with a gentle slam. Damnit, I don't want to listen to any of that bullshit. It's too sad. I want cartoons, for crying out loud! Is that too much to ask for?!

A loud roar from outside caught my attention just in time to see a large truck race past the window, followed by a yellow... Halaro? I dunno. Pretty car. There. That's good enough.

I walked/stomped/limped back over to my seat- yes, my seat- and sat down like a pouting child, arms crossed and shoulders hunched at an unreasonable angle. Not to mention I think my butt is hanging off the seat.

With the only thing preoccupying my seemingly endless time, my thoughts began to wander until my first memory played behind my eyes. Flashback time!

I stumbled into the building half-haphazardly, leaning my weight against the door frame. Heavy breaths wracked my frame, my leg shaking beneath my weight.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't remember.

I tried, good lord, I tried, but it only caused my chest heave faster in panic, my hands shaking quicker in exhaustion. It felt like there were no thoughts to think, and at the same time, it felt like there was too much information to process. It was frustrating and confusing. So many raw conflicting feelings crashing together like a Picasso masterpiece. It was as if I was fighting an unending battle; my leg aching with the plead to be relieved from standing, arms struggling to keep a simple grip on the doorway, and my chest strained with gasping cries.

I can't stand. I can't breathe. I can't. I can't. Let me have peace.

I could feel my eyes roll back into my skull as my prayer was answered; the dark room becoming an empty abyss, my nerves going numb as I connected with the cold floor.

Time passed without me as I laid asleep, dead to the world around me. After an unknown amount of time, my voice grated against my throat in pain, my eyes attempting to blink away the tiredness that blinded them. The still air tasted stale and used, my tongue parched and dry with the thick smell of dust. Mindlessly, I dragged my arms up from beside me and held my breath, pushing myself off my chest. With a loud gasp, I managed to pull my leg beneath me.

I absorbed the room with eyes flashing from side to side. I felt vulnerable and open to the floating dust in the darkness. Like an animal in fear, I scrambled over to the closest corner. My limbs gave out beneath me as I crawled frantically, my rib cage slamming against the concrete floor, stealing what little air I had -temporarily- stolen back.

My hands shook violently once more as I clutched them against my chest. I felt something warm slip over my eye and down my cheek.

Where am I?

What happened to me?

Why am I running?

Why is my leg gone?

At the fleeing thought of the disappeared appendage, my hands shot down to the fringing edge of my pant leg to check whether or not my limb was truly gone or I had made up the whole thing.

Grasping my fingers over the fabric, I yanked it up to my knee.

It only took one gleam off the scratched metal and frail plastic to answer my question.

A loud cry rang throughout the abandoned structure, the wailing of police cars soon drowning the wretched screaming as they approached.

My eyes focused back onto the same dirtied linoleum floor. I peeked at the pant leg clinging to the... argh, I can't say it. I threw my head back in aggravation and groaned loudly. Another question made it's starring appearance.

Where will I go from here?

I personally couldn't give a flying fuck at the moment. And to prove it, I will take a nap. Screw you, reality.


Yeaaaaaah. This chapter probably didn't help all that much, did it. Dang it Adamas, stahp with the confusing stuff. AND I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAAAAAIT! I really hope this chapter was okay. I was just... just everywhere.

For those who don't understand and would like to seek an explanation, just ask and I'll PM you. But it probably be better to wait till after you read the next chappy. And if any guests would like to know, please say. I'll work out something. Don't wanna leave anyone so confuzzled. And trust me when I say this (Or don't, your choice. It's probably the better choice anyway), the next chapter is gonna be worth it. There's a lot of explaining in that chapter, too. There's not very much in this chapter, huh? Sorry for that.

I would like to thank...

CarsCars2Fanatic, bookwriter123456, Bee4ever, MisstyxTB, Guest, and zRedgrave FOR REVIEWING!

CarsCars2Fanatic: Things are actually rather calm this chapter. It's pretty much a filler, but necessary. Slightly informative, but still a filler. I swear, fillers are what I like to call "a necessary evil." Like school!

bookwriter123456: That's... woah. Way to go for thinking outside the box with that theory! Messing with the fabric of reality with that one. I like it. But we're still in the same universe. And I'll give ya a hint with the mom-thing, it's really easy.: D_ _ _ m. Have fuuuuuun~!

Bee4ever: So whadya think happened now? I await your theory. Hehe... SO MANY THEORIES!

MisstyxTB: Ohohoho... :b

Guest: Spoilers (JK): Beths is a dead... or is she? I'm so helpful.

zRedgrave: Hehe... getting' warmer. But wait... revenge is best served cold, isn't it? Oops, looks like I've said too much. Gotta go! Enjoy some nice cake!

See y'all in the next chappy. Boy, it's gonna get freezin' up in this place. Better bring some gloves!

~Adamas out