Lost Memories 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Walking through the night is the most peaceful thing in the world to me....
well thats what i used to think...

When Zahra finds her self wondering the night she sences someone watching her, but finding out who he really is could lead to more questions about her past...

Does she really want to know what those Lost Memories are?

Submitted: November 04, 2009

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Walking through the night is the most peaceful thing in the world to me. No one about to bother you. No one about to hide from, it’s as if you’re at one with the moon.
Well, that’s what I used to think...
Now that’s all changed. I feel them on me. Eyes everywhere. It never used to be this way; I don’t want to remember those memories, they’re lost for a reason.
It all happened two weeks ago. Mum and dad were having one of their daily arguments. It’s normal for them to argue at least twice a day about anything and everything. I did not want to listen to them again. I had had enough off them shouting, screaming and ranting at each other.
I don’t like people knowing about my business. I hadn’t told any of my friends about their constant arguing at home. I felt lonely all the time, as if I’m the only one around to feel this confusion and pain. I couldn’t take it any more: I didn’t know what to do.
So, I decided to leave. It’s not the first time I had done it. This time just felt different. I felt like I wasn’t going to go back again, but I still went. I just got up off my laptop and left the house. I don’t think they even noticed that I had gone. I would be surprised if they did. To be honest, I’m amazed they even know I’m living in the same house as them.  
I didn’t know where I was going, who I was going to, or even what I was going to do. I just knew I had to leave.
 
 
When I left, the sun was just setting, the light blue sky fading into a orange scenery. It looked like a painting, as if it wasn’t real, just looking at it, it felt like something no human should see or witness. Like magic.
It was near twilight.
I did not know how long I had been walking around in the dark, lonesome night. There was not a single light in sight to guide my way and blinded by the pure darkness surrounding me. I was aimlessly searching for some unknown thing when I saw it...
Staring at me. Looking at me with those dazed eyes. I was confused. I didn’t know if I should say something, or if I should go back the way I had come.
I wanted to walk away but it was too hard not to look at him.
Those glowing, light grey, breathtaking eyes, piercing my soul. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t say anything. I felt like the whole world had stopped and there was just me, him, and the sadness of the lonely moon shimmering over us in the night.
As the clouds parted and moved away from the moon, a glistening light was cast upon the mysterious stranger. I could see him more and more clearly. I could hear his breath, slow, steady and quiet. Smell his scent; it was like wild flowers blossoming all around me in a lost meadow, untouched by human hands, and death. I could smell death on him even though I have never smelt it before. I just knew what it smelt like on him. I could touch him from where I was standing, not physically but mentally.
 
I could feel his eyes watching my every movement. Feel his hands pulling me closer to him even though I was standing still. He was everywhere in my mind, in front of my eyes and in my dreams. It was magic. The longer I stood there gazing at him, the closer I felt to him. Then I realised I was walking towards him. It was out of my power to stop. As if he was guiding me to him. Guiding me closer and closer to my danger.
“Who, what are you?” I managed to voice. He smiled at me. His bright, glistening teeth shining in the moon light. There was something wrong and menacing about his smile, like the cunning fox waiting to catch its prey. There was something wrong, something sinister about the way his teeth shined in the moonlight.
“What do you want with me? Tell me now! Who are you?” I was screaming the words out, whilst choking upon them as if they were getting stuck in my throat. I could feel them forcing their way up. My eyes darting around to se if there was anyone, or anything else about to help me. I was scared, I felt like a lost child in a supermarket who can’t find their mum and dad. I wanted to cry, scream and run away. I wanted my parents more then ever now.
I knew he could hear me; he acted as if he couldn’t. If I scream loud enough would there be a slight chance someone will hear me? Come and find me, take me home? Never in my life would I think I would have that on my mind, I wanted to go home again. Now, I would do anything to just hear my parents’ voices again, just one more time.
I stopped walking. Panting. Out off breath. Scared. I just stood there. ‘What now?’ I thought. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked out loud, trying my hardest not to scream.
“Do you know who I am?” The dark, curious man asked,
“No, I don’t, but I want to know what you want with me? How long you have been watching me for and why?” I stumbled out trying to scream and panic.
“So many questions, for such a small mind. You don’t need to know what I want you for... yet.” He answered in such a chilling, cold voice that even hell would freeze over. It made the hairs on the back off my neck stand on end frozen.
I’m not sure why, but I felt a sudden peace wash over me as he started to walk towards me. I felt safe for some unknown reason. I looked into his eyes, his glowing, light grey eyes. Recognition. I’d seen him before somewhere. Somewhere else. I had looked into his eyes and felt safe and peaceful, but where? A dream? An old memory? A photograph? I just can’t think where or when.
He stopped walking. Inches away from me. I could feel his presence with me now. Skin as white as clouds on a summer’s day, eyes light grey, but I could see pain deep within them. He had been through so much pain. I felt sorry for him.
What was I thinking! I felt sorry for the mysterious stranger standing inches away from me. For all I know, he wanted to kill me.
He blinked and those eyes I was so attached to disappeared. I hadn’t realised I had been starring at him with such content. I had forgotten where I was and that he was standing right in front of me.
“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked, “but yet you recognise me. I can see it in your face. The way you where looking at me, trying to remember, Lost memories.” As he was speaking, I saw a flash coming from his mouth. I had to blink to make sure I was seeing what I really thought I was seeing. I looked again, No! It couldn’t be. They are not real are they?
Sharp pointing teeth...


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