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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: December 26, 2013

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Chapter Two

Memories haunted her. Plagued her. They taunted her with things she didn't know, unanswered questions circling her mind, a memory flailing in the wind just out of reach. It was killing her.

That morning she had woken with a headache, a complicated little knot locked in place just behind her eyes, she'd done everything she could think of to be rid of it yet it persisted. She put it to a lack of sleep. Blamed the ache on anything even slightly logical. Perhaps it was hunger? Maybe dehydration? Had she drunk anything recently? Come to think of it, the back of her throat did burn with the craving of water, maybe dehydration was the answer after all.

Mia could blame any possible cause, no matter how impossible or bizarre, as long as it meant prolonging the moment she had to face the truth.

But where problems are ignored, they will fester and thrive.

The little knot seemed to have grown within the passing hours. Her frontal lobe ached with much more force than it had earlier, she pressed her thumb and forefinger against her throbbing temple and begged for the pain to stop. Around her the class buzzed with conversation, exchanging thoughts on the topic displayed on the whiteboard behind her teacher. She squinted to read the writing, determining that she should be focusing on Hitler's Third Reich, yet she had no desire to partake in the conversation taking place on her table. She felt a weight on her hand. Lifting her head a fraction, she realised it was her friend Leigh.

Leigh examined her friends tortured expression quizzically. "Are you okay, Mia?"

Mia forced a slight nod. "Yeah of course. So... uhh... what were you saying about propaganda?"

Leigh hesitated for a moment, eyeing Mia cautiously, then deciding to let it go and move on. Leigh repeated the discussion to her friend, taking her through the points that all four of them had made. Mia tried hard to pay attention but there was something in the back of her mind begging for awareness.

The puncture in her arm... her fingers brushed over the mark tentatively, it had raised into a small bump that she could just about feel through the material of her top. Her memories were still sluggish and murky, but it felt like the waters were clearing. There had been a sharp pain. Something pointy like a needle had been pushed into her arm. A needle or... a syringe? She had been tired, so tired, she had wanted to just lie down and sleep.

Drugs. She had been drugged.

The realisation hit her hard, she clenched the table in order to steady herself, the truth clung to the walls of her throat and refused to budge. Her heart pumped wildly against her chest.

"Mia? Are you sure your alright?" Leigh whispered from beside her, her hand clutching Mia's comfortingly. Mia snapped her hand away from her friend, holding it against her chest defensively.

"Don't touch me." Mia hissed.

A rush of images swarmed her mind and blinded her, the thick and suffocating miasma of her thoughts cracked as light poured in. That face, that man, she did know him. She focused as hard as she could, there was a blur of a young man holding her by the shoulders and gleamed in the low light, how his words caressed her ears, how she held still as he spoke. He spoke with great passion and looked at her as if she were the first face he'd laid eyes on.

A scream erupted from the mist. Amelia bit down on her lip as she recognized her own voice as it screamed in horror. The following image that burst before her bore more terror than the previous. All feelings of trust and wonder melted away as the young man pinned her down and loomed above her. His dark and mysterious eyes were the last things she saw before unconsciousness pulled her under the smothering blanket of darkness.

When Mia opened her eyes, it wasn't the warmth and comfort of her bedroom that lay before her, instead she stood before a room of baffled teenagers.

It took her a moment to realise that the scream she had heard had indeed been her own, but it hadn't been a memory. No, she had in fact rose from her chair and screamed in absolute terror in the middle of her history class. Blood rushed to her cheeks with embarrassment, yet her heart still racked against her ribs. The burn of many eyes fixated on her face overwhelmed her, whispers and murmurs echoed around the room.

"Mia?" Leigh's hand curled around Mia's wrist, her long slim fingers stroking her soft skin reassuringly.

Yet the sensation of another's hand upon her flesh brought the horrific memory back into the light, and sent her skin writhing in disgust. The stranger had touched her, kissed her, as she slept soundly in his arms.

"Get off of me!" Mia screamed and ran from the room. She didn't care about what her classmates thought, she didn't care if she hurt Leigh's feelings, all she could think about was him. And those eyes... Those beautiful deep blue eyes. They had been like the rough sea; so deep that the waves could crash over her head and pull her under. She realised that was exactly how she felt; like she was drowning. She was being pulled beneath the waves and down to the darkest depths; to a place where she was imprisoned to watch the light dance on the surface of the waves, just out of reach.

Amelia pressed her back to the cool surface of the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. It was in the middle of the first period, everyone was in class, not a soul walked the corridors. It was just her, alone in the silence, alone to swim in the shadowed waters of her thoughts. It was there, in that dusty corridor, where the tears began to fall.

It felt as if an eternity had passed. Her muffled sobs bounced from the bare walls and travelled through the school, carrying with it the sounds of a young girl whose life had fallen apart.

She lifted her head and instantly regretted it. Nausea hit her like a rock, pressing her further against the wall. She doubled over to the one side, her stomach flipped and bubbled uncomfortably, and then she felt the dreaded drop. There was no way she could have stopped it; it was her body's natural system of getting rid of the chemicals she had been exposed to. She vomited violently on the floor of the hallway.

Ashamed with herself for making so much of a spectacle of herself, she rose from the floor. She forced herself to walk forward, step by step, she was so focused on getting her feet to cooperate that she didn't think about where she was going.

"Excuse me?" A disembodied voice called to her.

Mia froze, her hands seeking the wall for support as her stomach continued to dance. She tilted her head slightly to observe a boy a few years older than her approaching. She didn't recognise him, which she thought was odd, it was small school in which she knew most people by name, if not face. Yet she didn't know this boy.

"You wouldn't happen to know where th- Oh Christ, love, I think you need more help than I do." The boy wrapped her one arm around his shoulder and supported her as she walked. "I think we ought to get you cleaned up." He murmured.

"Is it that bad?" She whispered shakily.

"Not as bad as you feel, I'm guessing." He smiled, as he led the way to the toilets.

"You might be right there."

The boy introduced himself as Ryan, he'd transferred to the school recently and was still getting hopelessly lost, "I swear, I'm awful at remembering my way around places, I've been walking aimlessly trying to find Room 103 for twenty minutes!" Ryan laughed at himself, his cheerful mood was contagious, his gentle smile lifted her spirits a little.

"I was just the same when I first arrived here." Amelia smiled shakily as she splashed water over her hot skin. Ryan watched from the doorway, he had refused to enter the girls bathroom alongside her, yet her eyes strayed over to him as she wiped herself down. Despite the fact that he was a complete stranger, she felt comforted by his presence. "Although I was far too shy to ever ask for directions."

"Now that's no way to live a life." Ryan said softly. "Fear should never hold you back, it's just not right."

"Fear?" Amelia murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "It appears I have plenty of that."

The boy looked up and grinned at her, a beautiful lazy grin that instantly lit up the room. "Let me drive you home. I've already missed first period, there's not much point in sticking around for the next. Go big or go home, I guess."

She inhaled deeply, letting the air fill her lungs until she couldn't take any more, and then exhaled. In her mind, it was all that fear and anxiety that left her body in that exhale, just as Ryan had advised. She had no evidence that those images were true, it could just be exhaustion playing with her mind, the mark could mean anything.  She couldn't let her fear hold her back. "I don't I want to go home."

"Alright." Ryan smirked, his eyes glittering as he stepped into the bathroom, his hands curling around hers. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere away from here." 


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