Afterthought
Ok the second ones up, and here it is. Thanks for reading the first chapter.
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Chapter 2
A Memory From The Past
I awoke to someone nudging my shoulder. It was the little girl. When I opened my eyes and looked at her she was smiling brightly. "Good morning Mister," she said to me as she was bobbing up and down. I watched her for a minute and felt as though she reminded me of someone, but I just could remember. God, why couldn't I remember? I don't understand, but I put those things aside and decided I rather think about it on a full stomach. I slowly sat up as the world around me began to swim.
"Uhhh. My head," It felt as though I'd been beat over the head with a frying pan.
"Yeah, I bet it hurts. You should have seen yourself when I first found you. Swiss cheese looked better than you did. I'm surprised you're still alive. Do you remember anything that happened to you?" I was about to responded when his wife interjected.
"Leave the man alone Adam the man's been practically to hell and back. He's been in a coma for almost three days now. Let him get something to eat." She sounded as though she was mad at him, but strangely the man, or Adam as I now knew, smiled at his wife and nodded.
"I suppose your right. So what do we have cooking." At that point I tuned them out and began to try and figure out what I did, and didn't know. Just as I was about to do this, the little girl came bouncing over to me.
"Hey Mister, My name's Julie. Did you remember your name?" Again a feeling a of de ja vu hit me. Her name. Did I know it? No it's not the same one I'm trying to remember, but it reminds me somehow of someone else, someone different, not the same as the last time. I sat there as I continued to wonder off in my thoughts trying to remember. It was like a giant wall was blocking me from remembering who I am, and what my past is.
"Mister, if you don't eat your food's going to get cold," Adam's words brought me out of my trance. "My wife's cooking isn't that bad either," He said, and then whispered to me, "I hope you don't mind it being a little burnt though," He gave me a wink, and no sooner had he done this a frying pan came whirling through the air smacking him in the back of the head.
"I heard that, and if you don't like how I cook make it yourself," said as she glared him down.
"I'm sorry honey you know I was joking. You know I love your cooking honey," he looked over at her, hand on his head, and gave a weak smile. I couldn't help, but smile at the strange relationship these two people had. Then, I noticed the newspaper under Adam's arm. The title read: 'Explosion Destroys Corporate Building'. I read further, 'the explosion broke out into a fire late last week. Several bodies were recovered as firemen dug through the remains. One of which is a man that is know as Vicious, a criminal under lord who met his end under mysterious reasons. We will keep you informed as we receive more information.
Suddenly, as if someone decided to turn a movie on in my head, I began to see a scene unravel in my mind. I was remembering this man, Vicious, and I at the standstill of a fight. Then, nothing, I was back in that room, with that strange family, and only one memory of the past.
"You ok son, Looks like you've seen a ghost," Once again I was pulled out of my trance and back in my mind.
"No, I'm sorry. If you don't mind I think I need to go find out some things." This doesn't feel right. Being helped by others. Being considerate. It seems so foreign, even if I don't remember who I am. I can still tell this isn't how I act. So how do I find out who I am, who I was. A craving. What is it? I looked down at my hand, and without realizing it I'd picked up a small pencil and had it in-between my fingers as if to replace something that belongs there.
"Smoker, huh? Well take these. I don't smoke anymore, and I don't really know why I kept these, so why don't you finish'em off for me?" Adam tossed them to me.
"Thanks for all your help, and for taking care of me," I turned to leave, but my arm was held back. I turned and saw the little girl, Julie, holding my arm.
"Hey Mister. When you remember your name can you come back and tell me?"
I smiled at her and said, "Sure kid," I lit up a cigarette and began my walk.
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Well, That was my second chapter. Not as good as first, but of course that's just the author's opinion. Give me your reviews. Don't flame me too bad please.
Ok the second ones up, and here it is. Thanks for reading the first chapter.
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Chapter 2
A Memory From The Past
I awoke to someone nudging my shoulder. It was the little girl. When I opened my eyes and looked at her she was smiling brightly. "Good morning Mister," she said to me as she was bobbing up and down. I watched her for a minute and felt as though she reminded me of someone, but I just could remember. God, why couldn't I remember? I don't understand, but I put those things aside and decided I rather think about it on a full stomach. I slowly sat up as the world around me began to swim.
"Uhhh. My head," It felt as though I'd been beat over the head with a frying pan.
"Yeah, I bet it hurts. You should have seen yourself when I first found you. Swiss cheese looked better than you did. I'm surprised you're still alive. Do you remember anything that happened to you?" I was about to responded when his wife interjected.
"Leave the man alone Adam the man's been practically to hell and back. He's been in a coma for almost three days now. Let him get something to eat." She sounded as though she was mad at him, but strangely the man, or Adam as I now knew, smiled at his wife and nodded.
"I suppose your right. So what do we have cooking." At that point I tuned them out and began to try and figure out what I did, and didn't know. Just as I was about to do this, the little girl came bouncing over to me.
"Hey Mister, My name's Julie. Did you remember your name?" Again a feeling a of de ja vu hit me. Her name. Did I know it? No it's not the same one I'm trying to remember, but it reminds me somehow of someone else, someone different, not the same as the last time. I sat there as I continued to wonder off in my thoughts trying to remember. It was like a giant wall was blocking me from remembering who I am, and what my past is.
"Mister, if you don't eat your food's going to get cold," Adam's words brought me out of my trance. "My wife's cooking isn't that bad either," He said, and then whispered to me, "I hope you don't mind it being a little burnt though," He gave me a wink, and no sooner had he done this a frying pan came whirling through the air smacking him in the back of the head.
"I heard that, and if you don't like how I cook make it yourself," said as she glared him down.
"I'm sorry honey you know I was joking. You know I love your cooking honey," he looked over at her, hand on his head, and gave a weak smile. I couldn't help, but smile at the strange relationship these two people had. Then, I noticed the newspaper under Adam's arm. The title read: 'Explosion Destroys Corporate Building'. I read further, 'the explosion broke out into a fire late last week. Several bodies were recovered as firemen dug through the remains. One of which is a man that is know as Vicious, a criminal under lord who met his end under mysterious reasons. We will keep you informed as we receive more information.
Suddenly, as if someone decided to turn a movie on in my head, I began to see a scene unravel in my mind. I was remembering this man, Vicious, and I at the standstill of a fight. Then, nothing, I was back in that room, with that strange family, and only one memory of the past.
"You ok son, Looks like you've seen a ghost," Once again I was pulled out of my trance and back in my mind.
"No, I'm sorry. If you don't mind I think I need to go find out some things." This doesn't feel right. Being helped by others. Being considerate. It seems so foreign, even if I don't remember who I am. I can still tell this isn't how I act. So how do I find out who I am, who I was. A craving. What is it? I looked down at my hand, and without realizing it I'd picked up a small pencil and had it in-between my fingers as if to replace something that belongs there.
"Smoker, huh? Well take these. I don't smoke anymore, and I don't really know why I kept these, so why don't you finish'em off for me?" Adam tossed them to me.
"Thanks for all your help, and for taking care of me," I turned to leave, but my arm was held back. I turned and saw the little girl, Julie, holding my arm.
"Hey Mister. When you remember your name can you come back and tell me?"
I smiled at her and said, "Sure kid," I lit up a cigarette and began my walk.
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Well, That was my second chapter. Not as good as first, but of course that's just the author's opinion. Give me your reviews. Don't flame me too bad please.
