![]() Where Am I?A Chapter by Forgotten14I re-enter the place I was in, nothing had changed. I give another glance up at the moon before I enter back in. It moves quite drastically since I left this place. And it remained huge. I wonder what happened to it, or if it's just always been like this and I've never given it a notice. I observe the area around me, there wasn't much of a place to sleep, besides on the floor. I wonder how I got there on the floor in the first place. It was like I had fallen on my back. Sitting on the floor, my back against the wall, I give the place more observation. The ceiling was cracked, jagged lines everywhere. The cold air drifts through the windows and the door. Giving me a sudden burst over shivering energy. I rest my head against the wall, staring directly up at the broken ceiling, trying to give myself a break from all the harsh thinking. It's cold and comforting against my warm head. For some reason, I have a sense that this place seemed a little too perfected. Heavenly, maybe. It doesn't feel like anything could go wrong here, but at the same time, it does. There is something erroneous, but I can't place my finger on it. Something is haunting me. Like a shadow's been following me around. There are so many questions I have, and I don't have a single answer. It's all becoming excruciating when your brain tries to push all of it at you but you don't have anything to provide. I close my eyes, trying to find relief in sleep. I sit here with my back against the wall, feeling a nice breeze flow by me, and it felt ever so relaxing in my hair, it doesn't tangle itself. Before I know it, right when I just started to get drowsy, someone started to wail. And I was so close to sleeping, right there on the verge, and they happened to kill it all. What is with all the screaming? Goodness, it's like there's a screaming contest of some sort. Random bursts of screaming. It is really just confusing, if anything. Why? Why scream? I wish there is a mute button or something that would halt all of it for a moment. I stand up, knowing that I'm not going to get to sleep with screaming in the background. Unless I happen to be that kind of person, which I'm not. There is a flight of stairs, and it made me question what's above me, if there was much above me at all. It was all abandoned after all. Abandoned apartment complex, huh? Just my luck. A place that a person who's suffering with amnesia wants to be. I should try to find out who's screaming. I could tell them to relax themselves, knowing that there isn't anything here to horrify you. Except for the uneasy feeling. It is making me sick. I climbed the stairs with my back against the wall, since there is no handrail for me to hold onto. And they are steep and slim steps as well, making me wonder why they were built like that. There is no door or anything that provided privacy with these stairs, they were just room after room. Barren like the first one. This one is empty as well, nothing but a few flattened cardboard boxes here and there. This place has more windows however, all crudely cut out, like it was clay and it wasn't given enough attention. I look above me, and there is another flight. These ones, I climbed up as well. It's no more empty than the rooms below it. They don't seem like apartments anymore, so I questioned what they were. Houses? All of it is terribly built, nothing but hard and jagged lines everywhere. Not the best work that I've seen so far. A child could have built all of this out of clay. I turn around, something is coming up the stairs. There is the noise of feet thumping hurriedly. A rush of blood fills my body. I stand still, waiting. Could this be the person who was constantly screaming? Everything here, it was all messed up to me, my mind can't grasp all that is going on this quickly. I get pushed to the ground, there is no time for me to truly react. My head hurts from the impact of falling to the concrete. A throbbing, dizziness fills my head. Small breaths escape my lungs I push my knees up, getting ready to haul myself up. After that, someone grabs my wrist and begins to pull me up the next flight of stairs while I still haven't gotten to my feet yet. I'm forced to stumble up the stairs, almost tripping on the ledge of each step. Before getting the chance to know what's going on, I'm on the rooftop, panting my lungs out. Everything is so sudden. Behind me, I hear the noise of shuffling feet and panting. Turning around, I see who it is. A young man looks down the staircase, spitting down in a loud, obnoxious way. He has a big cloud of fluffy looking brown hair. He is tall, lean, but muscular; you can see it behind his rolled up plaid sleeves. There is a casual, yet strict look on his face. I am completely lost in him. I can't stop staring at him, my eyes fixated. Something attracts my eyes to him. It couldn't have been him who was screaming, it was much more feminine and girly. And I doubt that it came from his lungs, unless I really happen to be wrong with judgement. But I don't think I could be wrong with that. "Um..." I don't know what to say. In fact, I haven't spoken a word since I arrived here. With all these sort of events going on, I could have thought that I would be talking to myself much more. But I haven't even muttered anything at all. He turns his head to look at me, "Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you like that." A glimpse of a smile on his face. "And I also really didn't mean to drag you along with me. But that couldn't have been helped. I'm too nice." I tilt my head, "What?" I murmur. "Are you new here?" He asks, ignoring what I said. What did that mean? While looking at him, I can't answer. It's as if I was paralyzed by him. And I'm not sure why. He sighs, "I guess you are, or so says the look on your face." He walks up to me and holds out his hand. "I'm Lucas." I stare at his hovering hand silently, I don't even know my own name. I look away shyly. Lucas drops it, knowing that I'm not going to shake it and went up close to my face. An uncomfortably close distance rests between us. Breath is on breath. "What, you can't talk?" He asks in a somewhat childish manner. "No, I..." I'm at a loss for words. I haven't spoken to anyone yet, or at all for that matter. "Amnesia, huh?" He smiles at me. "Huh?" I look at him surprised. Am I an open book? "You have amnesia, correct?" All this time, his voice doesn't go and louder than a loud whisper. It's like he's trying not to frighten me away. "Um... I- I guess so." I tell him. "So your name remains a mystery, or do you happen to know?" He asks. I shake my head. I can't even get an idea as to what my name could be. He crosses his arms, "Well, you need to have a name. Otherwise, I'll just have to call you 'girl'." I vigorously refuse, "Please don't," I croak. "Well..." He gives me a look for a while, his thumb rubbing the bottom of his chin. I found it difficult to look back at him with his face like that. "How about Ruth?" "Ruth?" I repeat. There was a ring to it that I liked. Or it could have been the charm in his voice. "Yeah, it kinda suits you." He grimaces. "Or I happen to be really good with names." I nod my head mechanically in agreement, "Alright." I say barely audible. It'll be a while before it settles in, that I actually have a name. I glance around. Grass strolls with the wind, creating waves. Multiple flattop buildings of the same dot the green. "What are we doing up here?" Lucas looks at me surprised like I'm a clueless person, which is rather true, "Oh, were... patrolling, you could say." "For what?" I question him. "For the Reaper." He says me plainly. "Reaper?" "You don't know?" He gave me a peculiar look. "You really don't have a clue as to who the Reaper is?" He acts like it's a joke or something; I don't catch on. "No, I'm pretty sure I know what a reaper is but..." I mumble off. I just got here. You cannot expect me to suddenly know. My mind is blank of information, and I was honestly craving for some. Anything would do right now. He sits himself down on the rough and patchy roof, "Sit, sit." I did as I was told. "This reaper," he begins, "Pretty creepy as Hell. And to think that you'd never see one in real life. But this thing, he's got everything with him; the skull head, the scythe, the black, baggy clothing. And his main goal here is to try and kill you. "Surely I don't understand why that's the case. But I guess it's like a game. It's like tag. Except when he tags you, you're dead." I swallow hard, the idea of a scythe plunging into me feels uncomfortable. "And your chances of survival vary every now and then depending on the guys mood. Usually, he goes after the first one he sees. And usually, you have to get out of his line of sight for a while before he gives up. But everyone is on his kill list." I look down at my hands. My palms were pale with dust. I slide them on my skirt. "Where are we exactly?" Immediately, I put my trust in him. A stranger. He looks up at the moon, "That, I don't exactly know." The way he stared up at the sky. The shading of his eyes, they almost turned dark. From his nose to the other side of his face, the light makes him look pale. It was a beautiful portrait. "We all have our different beliefs, and mine, well, it's hard to explain." I straighten my back. "Well..." Right now, I wanted communication. Interaction with someone that existed. Silence needs to be pushed away. Lucas sighs, knowing that I'm going to get off his back until I knew what he knew. "I believe that this entire place is a..." He holds his hand up to me, his index finger pointing at the sky. "Now this is a theory, but I think that we are in some sort of sliver of a different universe." "What?" I don't know what I'm listening to, maybe just a bunch of gibberish. Yeah, that's what it sounded like. I wanted someone to talk to, but not a lunatic. There is only Earth, but my mind is telling me that this isn't Earth. "I know, it's ludicrous, but that's what I'm thinking. For all I know, I think that we are in this place between life and death. Like a coma." I don't believe it, why would I be in a coma? Why... I stand up, not wanting to hear the rest of his childish fairy tale. "Thank you, but no thank you." I tell him. "I'm not going to believe what someone tells me until I see it for myself." I head over to the staircase, acting like I never heard anything. "What the Hell are you doing?" Lucas jumps after me and grabs my shoulder, tugging me back forcefully, "You're really going to kill us." Even now, he was still saying things quietly. No one's here, only us. There isn't any need to be so silent. I shrug him off of me. "I'd like to believe you, and that's only because I just woke up and have no clue what's going on. But I can't." It's a ridiculous idea. All that he's trying to do is scare me. I'm not sure why, but I don't find it funny. And if he thinks that I have amnesia, why try to make things worse for me? I start walking down the stairs. The entire room was covered in a thick, dank, and dark smoke. For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the next second, I knew it was real. A a tall, lean figure was rising from behind the staircase, turning it's head in an eerie motion and looks directly at me. © 2014 Forgotten14Author's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Forgotten14Tucson, AZAboutI'm looking for anyone willing to read or take an interest in any of my works; I would truly appreciate it, and occasionally, I'll return the favor. Well, I'll read anyhow (I've got nothin' much to do.. more..Writing
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