I looked again at the brick that had smashed through my window. It had
shattered the glass and created a number of dents in the floor. I used to
be so superficial. now my floor was the least of my worries. Then, I turned
my attention to the blood that was smeared on my fingers as if I had cut my
own hand, and it was my own blood that now stained my skin. It trickled
down my fingers just as all my emotions began to rush around inside my
head. I had seen blood a thousand times and it had never phased me before.
Now, I felt nauseous. The room seemed to get smaller and the air hung lower
and smothered me. I was finding it difficult to breathe. A small breath
escaped me, and I tried to warn Leah, but no words would form.
Only tears would come.
I stood up and turned away from her, wiping the tears away. It had been the first time in years that I had cried. I hadn't had a real reason to cry. Not until now. I had built myself up into a hard person with no emotion. I was broken and torn now, and I finally gained the courage to turn around, and looked at Leah whose big brown eyes stared up at me in question. She really didn't know what was going on, and neither did I.
"Leah," I said after I gained some composure, "Why are they after you?" I sat back down, facing away from her. I heard her move around under the covers and she took a deep breath.
"Volt, honey, I would tell you anything you wanted to know about me. But the fact is, I don't even know the first thing about my past. I only know my name and what other people have told me about myself. I tried piecing my life back together in hopes that I could find a future with you. Still, the more I found out, the more I didn't want to know. I met a man one night who recognized me. I asked him why he was treating me so different. He said he knew my secret. He said I was trained to be dangerous, but made to look innocent. I didn't know what he was talking about, and it scared me."
I was shocked to put things bluntly. She had gotten. Amnesia?
"I don't know if I have a family, or where I live, or who I worked for.. I just hid out around here until it was time to see you again. I found money and took refuge in a hotel a little ways from here. Everyone who recognizes me is hospitable, as if they're afraid."
I turned to face her. She looked so lost.. She was still covered by my navy sheets and she had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her eyes looked distant and lost. "Whatever happens, I will always love you." I said. No matter how hard I tried, nothing else would come out. She smiled weakly and reached out for my hand. We just sat there in silence as we both tried to unwillingly to realize what would become of us.
Only tears would come.
I stood up and turned away from her, wiping the tears away. It had been the first time in years that I had cried. I hadn't had a real reason to cry. Not until now. I had built myself up into a hard person with no emotion. I was broken and torn now, and I finally gained the courage to turn around, and looked at Leah whose big brown eyes stared up at me in question. She really didn't know what was going on, and neither did I.
"Leah," I said after I gained some composure, "Why are they after you?" I sat back down, facing away from her. I heard her move around under the covers and she took a deep breath.
"Volt, honey, I would tell you anything you wanted to know about me. But the fact is, I don't even know the first thing about my past. I only know my name and what other people have told me about myself. I tried piecing my life back together in hopes that I could find a future with you. Still, the more I found out, the more I didn't want to know. I met a man one night who recognized me. I asked him why he was treating me so different. He said he knew my secret. He said I was trained to be dangerous, but made to look innocent. I didn't know what he was talking about, and it scared me."
I was shocked to put things bluntly. She had gotten. Amnesia?
"I don't know if I have a family, or where I live, or who I worked for.. I just hid out around here until it was time to see you again. I found money and took refuge in a hotel a little ways from here. Everyone who recognizes me is hospitable, as if they're afraid."
I turned to face her. She looked so lost.. She was still covered by my navy sheets and she had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her eyes looked distant and lost. "Whatever happens, I will always love you." I said. No matter how hard I tried, nothing else would come out. She smiled weakly and reached out for my hand. We just sat there in silence as we both tried to unwillingly to realize what would become of us.
