But apparently, the few people (and it was very few, from what I hear) that turned up were told they didn't actually have to be there and did nothing all day. It's quite sad really, isn't it?
They should be grateful that someone even went in to the school today from my year even though they told us we weren't wanted, or didn't have to come into the school after Wednesday.
Oh well, there's no point in crying over the past.
Anyway, here' chapter 15 of Do You Remember Me? I've been saying for some time now that things are going to pick up, that there's going to be some fight scene in the next chapter. But for some reason, I keep pushing it back. I think I'm a bit scared to write it. It's just something I need to get over, and I know I'll have to write it in the next chapter. I haven't exactly left myself with a lot of choice.
Moving on, here you go.
Chapter 15.
“Jamie.” I shouted as I entered the house. “Where are you?”
“In my room.” Was the feint answer I got. I didn’t know where her room was, but I was definitely going to find it.
“You’re eager to find your sister. Did going to see Mrs Connor help you?” Maggie asked from beside me, eyeing me with a look close to confusion.
“Not really. I just had an idea, is all.” I brushed her theory away.
“If you say so.” She said walking towards the kitchen.
I bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time. I looked into every room until I finally found hers at the end.
“Hey.” I said, making my presence known to her. “I need to know.”
“About the magicians?”
“No, I told you I didn’t believe in that, and I don’t. I want to know what’s going on. I want to know more about me.”
“To know more about you, you need to believe.”
“Quit the mystic nonsense. Just tell me.”
“What’s brought this all on so suddenly?” She looked genuinely worried for me, I didn’t like that, and she must think I’m some sort of basket case.
“I went to see the therapist. It didn’t help me. It just made me more curious.”
“Okay, but you need to know about the magicians.” I huffed at her. She was not going to quit with this magician shit. “Here, I’ve got some things to show you.”
“How are these things going to make me believe you?” I asked.
“You should have guessed by now that magicians are actually real. Your probably the only person in Ovid Park that doesn’t believe in magicians.”
“Gee, thanks for making me feel even more like an outcast.”
“You don’t need to feel like an outcast.”
“Shut up! I’ve had enough of this consoling crap. You don’ know me. How could you know me? I don’t even know me!” I was losing my temper. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. The smallest thing seemed to piss me off.
“Just come here and look at this.” I followed her to the other side of the room where she was looking for something in her closet. “I knew this would come in handy someday. I just never knew it’d come in handy to show you.” She commented as she continued searching. “I have to hide it. Mom and Dad aren’t too keen on the idea of magicians. Sceptics. They think they can find a way to prove that the magic their using is just some kind of high-tech thing.”
“That’s nice.” I replied, uninterested.
“Ah, here it is.” She said quietly. She turned around and handed me a scrapbook. “Open it.” She ordered. I did as I was told.
Inside were news articles. Most about a boy called ‘Danny Istari’, that name rang a bell, but not enough to pay attention to.
“Danny Istari, that was your alter ego name.”
“Right.” I said, and continued to look at the articles. They were about magicians, fights, apparently some of my biggest. Well, Danny Istari’s biggest.
“Do you believe me now?”
“How are some pictures going to make me believe you? I mean, for all I know, you’ve written them yourself. Or their some fantasy column of the paper.” I replied, looking up at her.
“Tell me honestly, have you not felt anything strange about yourself? Something different some the other people around you?”
“What, besides how strange I feel around people as it is?” I questioned.
“Not that kind of strange. You’d always tell me how you could feel things, you’d never say what. You could always feel that you were different to others.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you always felt apart from people. Being around people, it made you feel strange. You said a strange sensation was always with you. It would go away when a magician was around. That’s how you felt them out.” She looked confused with the explanation. I was confused with the explanation. “It’s complicated.”
“You don’t need to tell me that it’s complicated. I know that as is.” I replied. “I don’t need this kind of nonsense to add to my other list of things that need to be dealt with.”
“Please, Danny, you have to listen to me.”
“I’m done listening, Jamie.”
“There has to be some way I can prove it to you.” She said it more to herself than she did to me. “What if I show you a video?”
“How do I know it’s not been tampered with?”
“A video from a news site?”
“Tampered?”
“How can you be so suspicious?”
“Hm, you tell me? It might have something to do with how I’m back here, but my friends aren’t? How every time I turn a corner I feel like someone’s watching me.” I cried, “I’m not alone, Jamie. Whoever took me isn’t finished with me. I can tell you that.”
“How do you know that’s not your magician powers?”
“I know because I don’t have any powers!” I shouted.
“Danny, Jamie! Is everything all right up there? I hear shouting.” Maggie shouted up the stairs.
“That’s all right, Maggie. It’s okay.” I shouted back.
“Well, alright, Danny.” I’d hoped they’d gotten used to me calling them Maggie and Jim. I know I’m supposed to call them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’, but it currently just didn’t sit right for me.
“You know your hurting them, calling them by their real names.”
“I know that. I can’t get used to calling them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’, a Mom and Dad is someone you’ve been with your whole life. Someone you feel like you can relate to, right?”
“You should get to know them, then.”
“That’s the problem. I should already know them. I need my memories back, I need to get my life under control.” I whispered. “I need my friends.”
“You don’t remember them.” Jamie said bluntly.
“Yeah, I know, but there’s this feeling of loss, like there’s this big hole in me. I can’t decide whether it’s the fact I don’t have any memories, or if the hole is supposed to be for them.” I looked at the floor. “I need to find them. I need to save them.”
“You don’t have to do this all on your own. You should know that by now.”
“I know. I feel like it’s only something I can do.”
“Well, we’re here for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Now this magician thing.”
“Please, not again. I don’t believe in it until a suitable moment arises where I am forced to believe in all that crap.”
“Don’t jinx it.”
“I wasn’t gonna.”
“Bad stuff just seems to follow you.”
“Wherever did you get that idea? Personally, I think I found out myself when I learnt about the torture.” Sarcasm seemed to be a close friend lately; it didn’t take an idiot to notice that practically everything I said lately was sarcasm.
“You used a lot of sarcasm before you were taken.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, Jamie, do you think that there’s a chance I could go back to the place where I was taken?” I asked, I thought about it briefly when I’d first come ‘home’, when I’d met my family. The idea just popped up to me again.
“Maybe. Will you tell Mom and Dad?” Jamie looked suspicious.
“No. They don’t need to know. They worry too much about me.”
“They worry because they don’t want to lose you again.”
“They’re not going to lose me again. Will you just give it a rest?” I asked. I was getting sick of her constant reminding that I was being a poor excuse of a son to the people I’m supposed to love. “I get that I’m not the son they wanted back. I’m trying to remember. Every night I try. I try every second. It feels like there’s something there, blocking my memories from coming back. So, please, will you just leave it alone?”
“Oh, um, alright.” I’d upset her, of course. Who hadn’t I upset yet? Well, a lot of people, but I’m sure I’ve upset most people that I’ve come across. It’s probably be better if I wrote them all down, I could keep track of who to be extra nice to these days. My life was annoying me now. What would it be like if I weren’t here all? Would Maggie and Jim care if I’d just died? I’d certainly put an end to their suffering if they didn’t have to worry about me all the time.
“I’ll go to my room. I need to think.” I said, walking carefully out of the room.
“Danny, wait!” Jamie shouted. “Take this. It might help you remember.”
“Thanks.” I smiled briefly and walked quietly out of the room.
“Subject in range, sir.” A young male, dressed in dark clothing said. He had white blonde hair, and the clearest blue eyes, an icy, cold look to them. His clothing consisted of dark pants, and combat boots. A tight turtle-neck shirt clung to his thin, but muscular form. On his right hand, his middle finger adorned a black ring; foreign inscriptions covered the outside of the ring. The language was ancient, and not many spoke the language any more. It was unknown to those of mortal decent, and known rarely by the magicians. Some learnt the language in an instant, a natural knack for the language. Others spent years mastering the language, yet, still unable to speak the language so beautifully.
“Alright. Attack on my command, Mage Kennedy,” A male, superior voice said.
“I’m ready when you are.” Kennedy said, moving closer to the house his target resided in.
“Wait until dark, then launch your attack, when the moon is highest in the sky. His guard will be down. He won’t suspect a thing.”
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Night!
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