"Why do I exist?"
"I wonder, standing here, at the top of a snowy mountain, with hundreds more ahead of me."
"This world, is my world. Yet, I am not the king of it. I have no power over it. It simply exists as a part of me."
"It is beautiful, and the sunset coloring the sky in different colors gives me a sense of safety. However, even if I can't see the end of these mountains, I have a vague feeling that there is more to it, just like the real world isn't only covered in mountains."
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ACT 1
I opened my eyes slowly and was met with an unknown ceiling. I quickly jumped out of my bed, my first thought being that I was kidnapped or something.
I quickly looked around, scanning the room I was in. The first thing I noticed was that another bed had been placed not too far away from the one i woke up in.
The room was pretty small, with a window which allowed me to see what seemed like a quiet and nice backyard.
From the looks of it, I guessed it was the house of someone rich.
Just as I was about to open the door, it hit me. I had absolutely no clue what I was really looking for. What's worse, I had forgotten everything, even my name, or my family.
Did I even have a family?
I froze in place. I tried pinching my nose, bitting my tongue, even banging my head against the wall, but with no results. I couldn't remember anything.
Sweat starting to roll down my face, as I slowly and cautiously opened the wooden door in front of me.
"Hello?" I said, in a quiet voice.
"Hello?" I repeated, this time a lot louder.
No response.
I made my way through a small hall, and ended up in a living room. There was a table with aroung eight chairs, a big sofa and tv, and a double door made of glass that was leading to the backyard.
I was surprised by how small the house really was given how rich it looked. Then I noticed a piece of paper on the table.
Good morning,
If you are reading this, then you should leave this house. I have sheltered you yesterday since you looked like you were gonna die.
P.S. I didn't sleep in the bed next to you
The piece of paper that looked like a letter wasn't signed by anyone. It didn't really matter to me. What I wanted was to remember everything.
Near the exit door, I noticed a bag, filled with books, and another note. The note simply told me to go to school.
For some reason, I didn't appreciate the idea of going to school, but I decided to deal with it. Pretty much, if I would go there and people knew me, then I would have leads to figure out the truth.
Another thing I noticed, was that I had a huge scar shaped like an "x" on my forehead, only it was covered by my long, black hair. It was probably the reason why the guy who wrote the letter sheltered me. I must have hurt myself.
In the mirror, I could see a tall guy, dressed in a casual shirt and shorts. He had a tired face and a messy hair, as if he had never taken care of it.
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I started wandering around the street. I had no clue where this school was. The streets were peacefull, with small but beautiful houses.
At some point, I noticed a woman hugging a boy, as he set off with a bag. I figured he was headed for the school.
"Uh, good morning." I called out the the guy in a shy voice.
He turned around and stared for about five seconds.
"Yo, Jason! What's up? You finally coming to school, huh?"
"Yes!" I responded with a fake enthusiasm, but at the same time a big relief. It looked like I wasn't a randomly appeared being after all.
So I started going with that guy.
He was shorter than me, but I guessed we were the same age. He had short hair, and dressed way better. At least, you could tell he was going to school, unlike me.
"So, dude, why haven't you been to school these days?" He asked me.
"Uhh, you see, I have no idea."
He clearly looked confused.
"I woke up some time ago, and I don't remember anything. I think it has to do with this thing." I told him as I pulled back my hair, revealing the scar.
"Damn, that sucks." He looked genuinely concerned. "Well, don't worry. I am going to introduce you to your whole class."
One particular thing that struck me as odd was that he didn't mention my parents at all. Made me wonder if I really didn't have any.
Then again, who was the one that saved me?
*Author's Note:
Hi, I will make this quick.
To start with, this is my second released story I attempt to write. I am, by no means, a good writer, but I really enjoy writing all sorts of stories I don't publish. I love the freedom it offers.
That aside, my first story had around 21 chapters released, but I realised that it was pretty bad. People told me I had a good idea but a mid way of writing.
I am confident that this time I will do better.
Also, since I am in highschool, I will release shorter chapters once per couple of days to a week. (Longer than this one)
That's it. Thanks for whoever might read or support this.