"My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a casual purple dress. Next to her on the right was a little girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20
December
1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? Who does this locket belong to. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were crooked, it looks as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly.
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you’re finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely, “Aiyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents.”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips, it tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office was even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them flying around in random directions on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said “Missing children” that was written in bold letters.
“So,” said Aiyana nervously. “Do you know how to use a laptop? It’s simple.”
She pointed to the buttons on the bottom of the machine. There were several buttons there, too many to count. The letters on the keyboard were not systematized correctly. It seemed to be arranged in some random order. Aiyana pointed to a black ball, buried into the machine along with two buttons.
“Okay, this is simple,” said Aiyana quickly “you see how I moved the arrow around the screen?”
The arrow on the screen moved sideways. Then it went back to the words ‘Missing Children’. I looked back down onto the keys, and saw Aiyana’s fingers, that touched a black ball.
“If you want to move the arrow, do this,” she continued, then one of her fingers was rolling the little ball in circles. “Then if you want to go somewhere click- uh… I mean… take the arrow and do this” She pushed the second of the two buttons at the bottom of the ball. “But you can click on every word on the page, but you can only click on something if the arrow turns into a hand. Understand?”
I nodded, and understood very well what she just said. The page then completely changed into something different. This time there were pictures of children’s faces. Some of them smiling, and the rest of them were showing an empty expression.
“Okay, if you really don’t know your name,” Aiyana went on, “You see these pictures, here? If you can find a picture with your face on it, then you click on that picture so you can find more information on this person, even the name, age, where he or she is from, and how long ago the child is missing. I’d love to help you, but look at the time. I’m going to be late for school”
She pointed to something on the bottom right corner of the screen. It said 8:09 A.M. I knew what to do, so I smiled at her. Aiyana seemed to understand that her assistance here was not needed so she turned around and left the office, then suddenly she came back.
“Wait,” she said, who seemed to have just remembered something. “Wait here, I’ll be right back”
She walked off. Now my focused was now turned to the computer. I looked down and placed my fingers on that little ball that Aiyana was using to move the arrow on the screen. I slid the arrows to a row of four pictures, all of them dark skinned. I raised my free hand in front of me to examine it to see if I have the same skin tone as those children on the page have, but it wasn’t even close to the same. The second girl also had dark skin, she wasn’t smiling, but she appeared to have several scabs on her face, which was one of the features that interest me. I looked at her lip that appeared to be split in two and it was also covered in blood.
“I told you I wouldn’t be gone long” a voice called out of nowhere.
I turned to the entrance of the office and saw Aiyana there, holding two items. She entered the room and placed the items on the desk next to me. One of them was the silver heart-shaped locket I had earlier, and admittedly I had forgotten all about it. The second item was a magenta framed mirror.
“I’m sure these will help you,” said Aiyana “This necklace, I found this. I think this is yours. The little girl in the picture does resemble you very well. I also brought this mirror, just in case if you can’t remember your face, you can always look in this mirror. Well, I have to go get dressed. Good luck!”
I nodded once more. Aiyana turned around and left. I looked into the mirror sitting on the desk, and saw a girl with a pale face and was showing a blank expression. She had long, glossy black hair, long enough for the ends to reach the shoulders. I memorized the face in the mirror and continued my search. After fifteen minutes, I did not find anything. There were sixteen pages in all and I had already reached the sixth page. My fist clenched tightly. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to remove the strain that’s been in my head since I started the search. Finally feeling at ease, I continued on.
It’s been exactly 42 minutes since the search began. My head collapsed on top of the keys. I was on the thirteenth page. I made a deep sigh, and I considered forfeiting the search entirely.
“Any luck finding anything?” asked the unexpected voice coming from the entrance.
I turned to the direction of the voice and lifted my head. There was Solana standing at the door, who’s clothing looked professional. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was carrying a black leather suitcase. Her outfit looked surprisingly neater than the clothes she had on earlier this morning.
“Did you find anything yet?” She asked.
“No.”
“Keep trying,” Said Solana encouragingly, “I’m sure you’ll find something. Anyways, I’m going to drive Aiyana to school. Then I have to go to a business meeting at work. I’ll be back in about an hour. So if you’re hungry, help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be back soon”
It’s been approximately sixteen minutes since Solana had left. I reached the final page of the registry and I have not found anything. I was finally able to conclude that I was not on the Missing child Registry. I could have checked again, but didn’t feel much like going on the computer again. My eyes were getting heavy and I have been yawning relentlessly for the past hour. Looking around for something to occupy myself became very difficult, if not impossible. I got up off my chair and paced around the room. Until I noticed the file cabinet in a corner, leaning forward with all three drawers open. I hoisted the cabinet into its erect position. I closed the top two drawers, the filing cabinet wont tip over again. I took a seat on the floor in front of the last drawer that remains opened and saw a pile of newspapers. What caught my interest right away was a yellow newspaper buried in the pile with the headlines “WANTED ALIVE” printed on the top of the page in large letterings. I grabbed the paper out of the drawer and examined it further. It smelled like coffee. The newspaper was dry and yellow and some of the text was either worn out or was washed away by some kind of liquid substance. I also noticed the snapshot of a girl in the middle of the page. Half of her face was covered in coffee stains, making it difficult for me to see her in detail. But for some reason, I felt as if I’ve seen this girl before. A gut feeling inside of me is telling me to take this paper and read it. I got to my feet with the paper in hand, took the locket and the mirror and left the office. I went back into Aiyana’s room and rested on the bed. I examined the old newspaper once more, and realized that I had without doubt had seen this girl before, and I had a feeling where. I took the locket, opened it and to my surprise, the photo on the locket and the other on the newspaper were a perfect match. I placed the locket on the floor and started to read the front page.
picture here
WANTED: ALIVE
Grendel Police are on the search for this 7yrd old girl by the name of Lily Rosewood, who was last seen with escaped convict 31yr old Paul Keating, who was arrested for kidnapping the girl and exploiting her supernatural abilities to commit heinious crimes. One of them was the recent massacre in the mall where 31 people died and 4 people were left in a coma, and 17 people, all of them seriously injured.
Police arrested Keating, at his home outside Grendel, and found the child sleeping upstairs. He was charged with one count of kidnapping, one count of contributing to the delinquency of a minor and 31 counts of first degree murder. He is awaiting trial as we speak. The child however was sent to Caring bears home, a children's home funded by the city and supported by the citizens donations. Any one who is seen this child please call local police.
The bottom of the article seems to be torn off. There seems to be more to this article, I thought. I had just noticed the Letters L and R, the same letters carved on the locket. The two letters had long spaces in between them, possibly because the coffee stain covered some of the text, making the ink spread and the paper difficult to read. A natural feeling inside of me is telling me to keep this paper and this must be an important clue to my past. I got to my feet and left the newspaper sitting on the bed. I grabbed my necklace and secured it around my neck. I left the room and went back into the office to search for the missing piece of the paper. After a few minutes of searching nearly all over of the office, there weren’t any old yellow pieces of newspaper.
Writer's please rate my story, please note it's very long. So if you dont have time to read please star.
I thought that it was interesting...good luck! Myself, I am interested in writing Children's books. Everyone loves to read my manuscripts. I just have not taken the time to pursue it cause I am overwhelmed with nursing school right now... But I promised myself I will not sweep my talent under the rug!Good Luck!!
Reply:It was very interesting but wheres the rest? It sounds very good so far and has rather "interesting" names.
Reply:good plot! but work on your wording, you get a little redundant at times, too descriptive maybe. Also amnesia effects personal memories, someone with amnesia still knows how to function (shake hands, what orange juice is) you need to stay more consistent as well, Aiyana goes from confident to wild to nervous and back all in a span of moments, your not developing a solid character at all. think about who you want aiyana to be and then write her character, don't go from the top of your head.
simplify things the first time through then you can add depth when you edit it, don't say aiyana was the first person to enter the room, try saying following her into the room i saw... you'll get it though just keep writing!
Reply:EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! Leaves you in suspence and makes you want to keep reading. It could really become a best selling novel.
Reply:i read the last half of your story and its missing something,i know what it is and you have to find it out on your own to gain more passion and enthusiasm your story line is fine but the thing is somewhat boring you just keep on writting some irrelevant stuff (being over descriptive)
Reply:It is quite interesting, and mind boggling at the end.
However, you do have quite a few grammar mistakes, and the story seems entirely unrealistic - especially at the beginning/middle...
Amnesia is a condition which a person cannot recall PERSONAL memories.. Not COMMON SENSE.
- She would not remember that she is twelve.
- She WOULD remember how to shake hands
- She WOULD remember how to drink orange juice
- She would not describe such things as 'yellow substances', and not 'emptying brown contents' and such. You get what I mean? Things like that...
Other than that, may I suggest you to maybe write more? And get it published. [; It would be a great novel!
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