So I haven't

Had any time to do any writing today.

I thought I would. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but I was going to a party today, my friend, Alun's party, I was led to believe that the party was for dinner, you know, around 1-ish because that's when I was meeting up with Cerys at her house.

How I'd guessed wrong. We had this band meeting before hand, and then we went to the party. So, I've only just come home, and there's not enough time for what I want to write.

But one good thing has come out of all of this.

I saw Rolph Harris in the restaurant. Isn't that amazing? I didn't go and speak to him because he was having his food and that would have been rude.

We were all marveling at it though, at one point, Rolph Harris went to the toilet and one of my guy friends followed him in to make sure he was actually Rolph Harris.

It was. We totally obsessed over it.

It was a good night in the end.

So, I have one thing to say.

Night!

Not much time to speak

I really need to be getting to bed. I've been quite distracted when it came to writing today. It's probably because of the fact I was writing the first fight scene of the entire story.

It's all good though. The fight scene actually goes on a little longer than what I was expecting it to be. There was a point about halfway where it seemed like the fight scene didn't have much going for it. I got there in the end. And didn't have the space to write what else I wanted to for it. Though, I am quite happy where I finished it off this time.

So, we're definitely in the period now known as 'The Problem'. I've sorta named the three phases that are going to happen in the story. The first, the one we just finished is the 'Establishing' period. We meet a few of the most important characters. Danny's introduced. We meet the family, friends and so on. Now 'The Problem' is acknowledging the problems that are going on school, life, drugs, magicians. You name it, it's gonna get shown. Then the last period is going to be 'Resolving', where everything, obviously, well, most things are going to get solved.

It looks to be quite exciting at the moment. Well, from my perspective anyway.

So, here's chapter 16 of the story, Do You Remember Me?

Chapter 16

I laid quietly down on my bed, I’d finished smoking earlier on in the night, and the effects were slowly going away, leaving me with an ability to fall asleep.

            I was stressed. I’d been thinking loads when I’d decided to smoke.

            I’d read through some of the articles that were in Jamie’s scrapbook. I didn’t know what to think of them. I didn’t know how to react to any of them, yet, some part of me felt like I should know all this. It all felt… familiar? I can’t think of the word. It’s all complicated.

            In the end, I worked on some of the work I got from Mr Erickson today. I’ve gone over about quarter of the work now. It all seemed, familiar… there’s that word again.

            My memories seemed to be another thing that was avoiding me. I tried to ‘search’ my head. It’s hard to explain, like, your looking for something, just in your head. I got nothing again. Maybe there’s some kind of ‘magic’ preventing me from remembering. I’m not sure what to think anymore.

            BANG! I shot out of bed at that. Something felt different. I could feel something in the air.

            “Danny Istari. How nice to see you again.” A voice remarked. I turned around to glare at the man.

            “My name is Danny Smith. You have the wrong guy.” I replied, glaring.

            “No memories? Pity. You and I used to get along real well.” He remarked.

            “I highly doubt that.” I wasn’t scared for some reason. I’d felt scared in the time since I’d ‘woken’ up, but this wasn’t fear. In fact, I felt nothing but annoyance staring at this man.

            The man lunged to attack me, a stick appearing out of nowhere, I dodged, barely, his stick scraping across my right arm.

            “My name is Mage Kennedy.” He smirked, looking at my now bleeding arm. “Does that ring any bells?”

            “No.” I answered, just standing there. I didn’t know what to do.

            “Have you even tried any magic since coming back?”

            “I don’t believe in it.”

            “Don’t believe in it? Wait until my boss here’s that. He’s gonna laugh his way to death.”

            I didn’t find it funny. He attacked again, his stick turning into a sharp blade. I panicked and dived out of the way; he struck a blow on my other arm. I yelped.

            “You’ve lost your touch.” He commented, as he continued to jab at me. I dodged every time. Every time he’d land a new blow to me. I definitely didn’t know what to do.

            “Where’re my friends?” I demanded, in between jabs. I was surprised my parents or Jamie had not come in to find out what was going on.

            “Don’t you worry about that. You’ll find out soon enough.”

            “Just tell me.” I ordered, throwing a clueless punch. He easily dodged it. A smirk growing on his face.

            “Finally on the offensive. This could become a good thing.” His blade turned to a staff. He started chanting some weird words. It was ritualistic. Gas like substance came out from the end of the staff. I tried to avoid it, but it kept coming at me. It followed me around the room. I jumped from my window on to my escape ledge I’d noticed before. I was on the street ground quickly. Kennedy just appeared in front of me as I started to run.

            “Tut, tut, tut, He would not be happy to find out your running away like a frightened child.” He exclaimed as if talking to a child. I growled at him and lunched, I had no strategy in mind. It was going to be attack him and smack his head against the floor.

            The smoke caught up to me before I could do much. Halting my body movements the moment it caught me. The smoke spread around my body, encasing me in its fogy green glory.

            “Up.” Kennedy said and I was thrown into the air at breakneck speeds. Then suddenly, I came crashing down to earth and slamming on the ground. I saw stars flash across my vision before it all began again.

            It happened a few more times, assuring myself that if it happened again, I was sure to break something. I was quite surprised that nothing had been broken as of yet.

            “Why’re you holding back? I know you’ve got it in you.” He sneered at me, smashing me back down to earth again. I looked around me and that I was bleeding. I’d scraped across the floor quite a lot, leaving cuts that were now bleeding freely. “Fight me, Danny Istari. I won’t leave here tonight unless I get a good fight. Even if it means killing you.”

            “I don’t know how to fight.” I replied weakly.

            “Of course you do. I’ve seen you do it on more than one occasion.” Was he encouraging me to fight him? That’s weird. I would have thought the attacker would like his prey to be easy to get to, not wanting to fight them, just get it over with. He was obviously different.

            “I don’t know how.”

            “I’m not here to be an advice column. Either you fight. Or this is gonna go up and down again and this time I won’t be so easy on the landing.” Threatening now. I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not. “What’s your choice, magic boy?”

            “Go home?” I asked meekly.

            “I don’t remember there being a third option here, kid. Fight or die?” He hovered me up in the air a bit, his staff moving with me. I never noticed that before. Maybe that’s all I need to beat him is get rid of the staff. How would I get rid of the staff? Charging obviously wasn’t an option. I’d tried that line; he knew to expect a rash move like that.

            “Fight.” I’d replied before I’d even finished my train of thought.

            “Good choice. I didn’t want to deal with the heat of killing you with the master. He likes them live.” He laughed slightly at his own joke. I wasn’t laughing. Okay, stop panicking. Don’t think at all. Just let instinct carry you. I breathed out.

            Instinct will guide you. I’ve relied on instinct a lot since waking up in that cabin.

            I felt the fear I should have felt early creep up on me. The fear I felt when those men started attacking me. I did something to them. I knew what to do then. I needed to know what to do now.

            Breathe. Opening my eyes. I saw that Kennedy was moving again. I swiftly moved to the side, avoiding his attack all together. The pain coming from my wounds not even registering in my mind. I needed something to attack him with, make him let go of the staff.

            Swords with hooks at the end appeared by my left ankle. I bent back quickly, and grabbed them. I had no time to marvel how I could do all of this. I flipped backwards as I grabbed hold of the swords, making sure to wind them around his ankle as I started back to my decent, successfully taking Kennedy with me.

            “Woah.” I heard him shout. His staff landing quite a bit away from him. I looked up and around. Kennedy was closer to the staff than me, I remembered from the time he’d captured me with the smoke. He’d teleported or something? He couldn’t have gotten in front of me without me knowing. I thought about getting to the staff, being closer than I already was.

            I didn’t even feel my feet move. I was there though. Standing above the staff.

            I picked it up. I felt all this power circulating between me and the staff. It felt almost magical, pun intended.

            “Give that back!” He shouted, appearing in front of me.

            “No.” I replied. “Tell me where my friends are.”

            “No can do there, Danny Istari.”

            “Why not?”

            “I don’t know where they are.”

            “Tell me!” I shouted, anger swelling into my voice.

             Then he was gone. He hadn’t waited for the inevitable. It took me a few seconds to notice the staff was gone from my hand too. “Damn.” I swore to the sky.

            I climbed slowly up my escape route to my room, walking to my bathroom to inspect the damage. What I saw in the mirror in front of me though, was what shocked me to the roots of my core.

            I was no longer Danny Smith. I was Danny Istari.




Hope you all enjoyed.


Night!

I didn't need to go in the end

I didn't go to school today, I couldn't be bothered. I had other stuff to do, it might be summer holiday, but I'm not a slacker.

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!

School seems to like

Messing me around. So when I went to school last week they told me I didn't need to bother coming into school after last Wednesday.

But today I found out that they want me, well, the whole year back in school tomorrow, for some Welsh Activities day, and to say our final goodbye's to the HeadMaster. I've said my goodbye, at least three times now.

I'm not going in though. I've got work to do in the house, and then there's the fact that I just can't be bothered.

I've also finished the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender. I'm starting the second season now. I forgot how diverse the series was. You've got to take everything into perspective here. Of course, some of the dialogue is a bit cliche, but it's a children's series, what do you expect?

I think the whole thing that attracts me to it, is how diverse the series is. How imaginative it is. You've got to look at it from that perspective. The creators of the show have made their own world up and it's so believable. Everything that happens, more or less, makes sense. It's a great series all 'round. Maybe they'll make more episodes of it now that it's got the movie.

Meh, I don't know.

So here's the next chapter of Do You Remember Me? There's no Danny in this chapter for a reason. It's a lot shorter too because I didn't know what else to say. I think the next few chapters should be pretty epic though. Well, hopefully. They sound epic in my head...

Chapter 14

“I wonder where Danny is.” A voice of a girl asked. The room was dark, making it hard to see. If you looked hard enough you would be able to distinguish two body’s on the floor. A male and a female. Their features are hard to see. But both look thin and weak. Like they haven’t eaten properly in a while.

            “I’m not sure. I hope it’s not too bad. I hope their treating him okay. They only ever took him out of the room when they really wanted to beat him.” The male replied.

            “Don’t say that.”

            “I’m not trying to say anything. You wanted to know where he was, and I replied. You know how things got when he was taken out of his cell.”

            “I know. I just don’t like it.”

            “It’s okay. We’re together, and I know people are still looking for us. We have to have hope.”

            “Don’t get too optimistic, we must be pretty far out of looking range if we haven’t been found.” Silence ensued as the duo were lost to their thought. Their thoughts clouded of worry for their lost friend.

            A door creaked open.

            “Danny?” The female asked.

            “Take another guess.” A strong male voice replied. He walked carrying two trays. Unidentifiable objects on the two trays. It was food, but old food, food that had been kept for too long and was beginning to go mouldy.

            The man placed the food down on the floor outside the cage and kicked it through the little hatch at the end of the bars, effectively making sure more than half the food ended up on the floor. “Oops.” The man said before cackling and walking away.

            “What have you done to Danny?” The girl shouted, but it was futile as the man ignored her and walked away.

            “I want him back, Jesse. I want him to be safe.”

            “I know. And he will be safe. I know it. Don’t worry so much, Hayley. You should worry about us too, we’re in the same situation.”

From the moment Simon Morgan had discovered that his classmate Danny Smith had been found, he did not know how to act.

            Danny Smith had been his bully buddy. In other words, Simon took all his anger out on the guy. He was still oblivious to the fact that what he was doing was cruel and wrong, but being on the higher end of the social hierarchy meant no one cared to tell him. That or they were too scared to tell him.

            So when he found out he was still alive, made him confused. He didn’t know what was going to happen now. He’d heard on the news that he’d lost his memory. That worked in his favour, as now, Danny, did not remember him, or his bullying. But then the word ‘torture’ had come into play.

            He knew that meant he wasn’t going to be able to touch him without a teacher in surveillance.

            Simon thought it sad really, that the three social losers had become part of the highest of the social hierarchy after they’d gone missing. Nearly everyone in the school had gone looking for them. Everyone in the school was definitely talking about them.

            Simon remembered vividly the day they went missing.

            They were on a camping trip, with the school. It was decently local campsite. An hour or two down the road. It was an old school campsite, used by many schools across America. Though less commonly used now, due to larger holidays. Better holidays becoming available to students.

            It was tradition to take the Junior’s on this camp trip. A reward, so to say, for lasting two years in the school. A ‘Congratulations! You’ve made it halfway through the best days of your life’ thing.

            Simon knew he was going to hate it from the beginning. His mother, Andrea, had forced him to go. Claiming it to be a good place for him to sort his life out and think a bit on his future, now that it was that much closer.

            Being a town that was constantly under attack from supernatural forces, mainly shapeshifters and magicians, Simon didn’t really expect to have much of a future the way it was going currently.

            It had been a week at the campsite when they’d woken up to find the trio missing. The trio of friends were inseparable. A factor that Simon had unknowingly envied, subconsciously knowing that his friends were only his friends because his higher status in the high school. Both of their cabins had been ransacked. Danny and Jesse sharing a cabin, and Hayley sharing a cabin with Georgie, a friend of Simons. They both hated each other, apparently. Though in middle school, they too had been friends. Who wasn’t friends with each other in middle school, in any case?

            Georgie remembers vaguely something happening. She claims to have seen Danny Istari fighting battle with someone she did not recognize. Not many words were exchanged, he lost. He was captured by the other magician, man, Georgie didn’t remember.

            One thing Simon, himself, couldn’t wrap his mind around, was why? Why would someone, a magician, want to kidnap those three? If they weren’t noticed in school, why would they be noticed by them?

            Simon, though he wouldn’t admit it, had spent hours trying to think of possibilities of why someone would want to kidnap them of all people. What is this person benefiting from taking them?

            Another thing he didn’t understand was what the person was benefiting from just letting one of them go? It confused him.

            He’d probably never understand why either, it was just one of those things in the world that you were never going to understand.

“So, are things going to plan?” A voice purred.

            “It’s slow. He doesn’t believe.” Another male voice added.

            “Of course he doesn’t believe. He has no reason to believe.”

            “Sir, I apologize. Is there anything I can do?” the voice was hesitant. He did not want to disappoint.

            “No. He might now be warming up to the idea, but he’s determined to find out where his friends are. Everything will work out in the end.”

            “Right. The other two are still clueless. They still think we have him.”

            “Good. Maybe a little nudge in the right direction will help him understand who he truly is.”

            “I don’t understand, sir.”

            “Of course, you don’t. You are merely a pawn. Find a weak one. Send him to battle the boy. He’ll understand.” Even though the room was dark, the underling could feel the smirk of his master before him.

            “Right. I’ll get right on it.”

            “Good, we are making progress indeed.” The man paused for effect “Soon, Danny, you will be mine. You will not stand to me. I can smell your loss already.” Soon enough, an evil cackle followed the underling out of the room as he went in search of  a weak one, as his master had ordered.

            “Soon.” The master whispered. Now the fun was starting.

So there you go.

Hope you all enjoyed. Not that anyone reads my stuff in the first place, but, oh well.

Night!

Hey...

There's not really much to say. I'm being forced to go to bed, so there's not really much I can say. I've been rewatching some old episodes of Avatar: The Last Airbender in preparation of the movie. I'm really excited for the movie even though it's getting really bad reviews. Noah Ringer looks amazing. I mean, he's gotta be good to be a black belt in Taekwondo and only 13.

That's all I've been doing really.

So moving on, before I get another shout from the parents, here's chapter 13 of Do You Remember Me? It's just one scene in this chapter. I know, what's wrong with me? I was going to put something else in there too, then I kinda got carried away.

Anyway, next chapter will probably have a bit more to it. You know, a bit more substance. I've got 52 hits on fictionpress, so that's a good thin, right? Well, considering I get loads more on fanfiction, but this is a harder industry. No one reads on fictionpress. Well, I never do. I can never seem to get into their stories. It's all amateur work. Like mine, so everything a bit... predictable. That's why I'll only be posting the first draft. Same for here too. If I want to get it published it's gotta be decently secret, right? Loads of stuff is hopefully going to change about the story.

Moving on, here we go. Enjoy, before I start ranting again.

Chapter 13.

“Please, sit down.” Mrs Connor said to me. She seemed like a nice lady. Her brunette hair tied loosely into a bun at the base of her neck. She had delicately tanned skin, and brown glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she wore a skirt and a dress shirt. She looked smart.

            “Uh, right.” I replied, sitting down on the sofa she’d indicated to.

            “So… Daniel Smith. Ah, right. Your mother called me, asking for an appointment and further treatment to help you overcome your Post-traumatic amnesia.” She said, not looking up from me. She was reading from a small manilla folder.

            “Yeah.” I replied, it was sure awkward here.

            “So, what seems to be the issue? Your mother seemed quite anxious about your behaviour.” She looked at me now, her gaze penetrating me.

            “There’s nothing wrong with me, she’s just worried.”

            “Well, obviously she’s quite worried about your health if she’s calling me, unsure of what to do.” She just looked at me, her gaze never faltering. “Let’s not talk about your mother. How have you been feeling lately?”

            “I’m not sure how to feel at the moment.”

            “And why’s that?”

            “I feel like I’m upsetting my parents. I’m not sure how I should act. I don’t want to disappoint them and remind them that I’m not the person that they were hoping to get back.” I didn’t know why I was saying this to her.

            “So, your feeling alienated?”

            “When did I say that?” I asked rudely.

            “You constantly feel the presence of your parents. You don’t want to disappoint them.”

            “Yeah, but, it’s not just that. I don’t want to upset them. I know I’m just a reminder to them of who I used to be.” I looked at the floor. “I know they can’t stand to see me. It’s like they never got their son back at all.”

            “Is there something else that seems to be bothering you?”

            Yes, it what I wanted to say; “No.” is what I said instead. I didn’t know what to say to her. She’d try and analyze me.

            “I know there’s something bothering you.” She intertwined her fingers and supported her head on her hands. “Is it the fact you can’t remember?”

            “No.”

            “Because, in some cases, people worrying over not getting their memory back, sometimes keeps the memories away. Is there something you think your trying to hide from yourself? Something happened and your unconsciously hiding it?”

            “I was suspected as being tortured… I think that usually counts as ‘wanting to hide something’, don’t you?” I liked being sarcastic.

            “Not just that. Did you have a big secret from someone. Say from the person who took you? Have you noticed anything strange about yourself? Something you can’t identify?”

            Well, where do I start? My sister thinks I’m a magician, I keep getting these strange sensations, like someone is watching me. That strange visit the other night. The dream. “No, I haven’t noticed a thing.”

            “Do you want your memories back?”

            “Of course I want my memories back.”

            “Why? If they seem to be so bad that you, yourself, won’t let yourself remember, what’s so great about them?”

            “I want to know what I was like before. I don’t want to just live my life missing the first 17 years of it.”

            “Your mother told me you were going to see a teacher today. How was that?” She changed the subject again.

            “Fine. I got some work to do. But what about my memories?”

            “What kind of work did you get?” She’s avoiding the question. I hate that. She won’t give me any answers.

            “My work from Freshman year. See, I wouldn’t have to worry about that if I had my memories back.” I wanted to probe her, see how far she could avoid the question without completely spilling everything out.

            “Ah, so, your going through the courses again until you catch up. How much time until school break out?”

            “Look, that doesn’t matter. My memories? Do you remember we talked about them a mere five minutes ago? I want my memories back. I’m sure you’ll know a way of getting them back.” I was angry, of course.

            “I’m a psychologist, Danny, not a miracle worker.” She hadn’t taken her gaze off me the entire time. I was beginning to get really fidgety.

            “So, when are you going to tell me about the pot?” Now that shocked me. Where did that come from?

            “What pot?” I asked innocently.

            “You know what I’m talking about. Pot addiction is practically written all over your face to a trained person like me.”

            “Oh.”

            “When were you planning on telling your mother?”

            “I wasn’t.”

            “So, how do you expect to get any better?”

            “How does telling my mother I smoke pot going to get my memories back?”

            “It’s not.”

            “So why suggest such a thing?”

            “You don’t trust her. I know that. I can gather that from the way you speak of her. Yet, you expect her to trust you.”

            “It’s got nothing to do with trust.” I butted in.

            “But it does, you don’t trust her enough to tell her your deepest secrets, how do you expect to make any progress with her?”

            “I’m not looking to make progress. I’m not sure at what I’m looking for. I just want to find my friends. The friends I don’t remember.” My eyes reverted back down to the floor. I did want to save them. Who knows what kind of treatment they were undergoing. I couldn’t just leave them there. I’d betrayed them. I needed to save them. Maybe that would alleviate the feeling of betrayal and guilt plaguing at my heart now. Plaguing at my conscious.

            “Your friends. How much do they mean to you?”

            “I’m guessing a lot. I want to find them, and get to know them again.”

            “So, you’ve counted out any possibility of regaining your memories?” Yes, she was back on subject.

            “I don’t know. I keep trying to remember. It’s like there’s a barrier blocking me from parts of my mind.”

            “Keep trying. I’ll check up on how everything’s going when you come back next.”

            “I don’t want to come back next time.”

            “Well, let me tell you a secret.” She had my interest now, “I may have a way of getting your memories back. Or at least finding something out about your friends. Something that could help you.”

            “Yeah, what’s that?”

            “Hypnosis.”

            “Hyp-whata?”

            “Hypnosis. It’s a thing, I’ll put you in a trance. I’ll do all the work, you’ll just be relaxed. You won’t even know what’s going on. I’ll describe it more when you come back next time.”

            “When’ll that be?”

            “Next week. Same time.”

            “Here?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Okay.” I sighed. Maybe some answers were finally presenting themselves. “Do I need to book it? Or will you write it down?”

            “I’ll write it all down. Your mother has my number. If you want anything, just give me a shout.”

            “Okay.”

            “And, Danny, please try and quit the pot. You don’t know how bad for you it is.”

            “Okay.”

            “Good. I’ll see you next week then.”

            “Okay.”

            “Get some new words too.”

            “Okay.” I smiled politely as I left the room. To be honest with you, I was glad to be out of the room. She wasn’t a bad woman, she jus knew too much about me.

            I needed to talk to Jamie. She seemed to know more about me than anyone else seemed to. That was my next mission. After school, and trying to remember. I needed her to tell me more about me. And no more of this magician shit. I needed to know the truth.

A lot of dialogue and not a lot of action.

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Forgot about blogging tonight, so this one ain't going to be long on my part. I don't know what it is. I was pretty caught up in writing/ watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. I went to a book signing today and it was pretty awesome. The guy there was really cool.

I'll speak more about him tomorrow, when I have the time. It is really, really late now....

So, here' Chapter 12 of Do You Remember Me? I'll post the note at the beginning too, just so that the note is somewhere also than just on my computer version.

NOTE: Changed Jeff from Jeff to Danny.

Chapter 12.

“Come in.” I heard from the other side of the door. I gulped. I was really nervous. I opened the door slowly and walked inside, Maggie following closely behind me.

            “Ah, Danny and Mrs Smith. Glad to see you came.” The man sitting behind the desk was pudgy looking. A bald head and a clean-shaven face. He had dark brown, almost black eyes.

            “Danny, this is Mr Erickson. He’s the deputy head, and English teacher in this school.” Maggie added.

            “Right.” I replied, Maggie leading me to a seat.

            “So, your mother called me last night asking if I would assist you in getting ready to join us here at Ovid high.”

            “Okay.” I replied, I’m guessing it was probably a good thing to add a word or two, to show you’re still listening.

            “Now, your subjects last year were English II, Maths II, Biology II, Chemistry II, Physics II, World History and I.C.T.” He paused to think what to say next. “So, I’ll assume you’ll just want to continue in those fields, so it’ll be “English III, Maths III, Biology III, Chemistry III, Physics III, American History and I.C.T. II”

            “Okay, that sounds good enough.” I answered nodding my head.

            “Yes, but you’ll have a lot of work to be doing, we’ll take all your lessons back to the beginning of High School and then you can catch up to where we are now. Considering we’re only 8 weeks away from Summer vacation, you do have a lot of work to do.”

            “I have a lot of free time on my hands.” It didn’t look like I had a lot of free time with the amount of work it looked like I’d be doing.

            “Okay, so I’ll give you the materials for your freshman year, I’ll set up so that you come back say Wednesday?” It was Monday today, he expected me to learn a whole years work in two days? “Great,” he didn’t even wait for me to reply. “So I’ll see you then, I’ll mark everything then and give you the next lot of work.”

            I nodded.

            “You can join the class then as soon as you like.” He carried on. “It’ll be good for you to mix with more people your age.”

            “Right.”

            “Thank you, Mr Erickson, for all the work your doing for Danny here. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it when the time comes.”

            “It’s no problem at all, we just want Danny to join us as soon as possible. I’m sure his peers would like to see him back up and on his feet again.” He smiled at me, isn’t it strange how thirty seconds ago he was talking about me like I wasn’t here at all? “Give me a second to get all your work gathered up. All the teachers here keep small packs of information on what happens in the course. It basically keeps all the information you need in it, without all the useless knowledge.”

            “Thank you.” I said.

            “Give me a moment whilst I go and collect them all.”

            “Thank you.” Maggie added, watching as Mr Erickson left the room. “He’s a good teacher, Danny, you’ll appreciate all the work he’s done for you when you join all your classmates again.”

            “Why will I appreciate it so much? Apparently, all my friends are still stuck somewhere I don’t know.” I replied. “Or somewhere I know and just can’t remember.”

            “We’ll get them back.” Maggie said sternly. “The fact that you’re back just adds to the feeling that they’ll be back too. They have to be alive if you’re alive.” I could just feel her determination about finding them. It was as if she knew that they were alive. It’s probably a mother thing.

            “Can you show me a picture of them when we get home?” I asked cautiously. “I’d like to see what they looked like.”

            “Of course you can. You have a load of pictures of the three of you together in your room. In your photo album.” She answered. At that moment, Mr Erickson decided to walk through the door again.

            “Well, here’s all your stuff. All six of your subjects.” He held them out. I glanced quickly at the titles.

            “Hang on, didn’t I take I.C.T. too?” I asked.

            “Yes, you only picked up on the subject last year. You see, we allow you to add one subject at the beginning of Sophomore year, then you can add another one on at the beginning of Senior year. It’s optional then though.” He explained.

            “Oh, right. Okay,” I replied, school was just too confusing for me. It wasn’t World History what I took in Freshman year either, it was British history. It was all going to be very confusing.

            “Well, I’ll see you on Wednesday, same time?” Maggie nodded. “Great. Give me a call if you need me, Danny. You’re mother knows my number.” I smiled in appreciation.

            “Thank you.” I added as Maggie ushered me out of the room.

            Just as we exited the school we heard the bell ringing, signalling the end of that period. That was soon to be my routine. I wasn’t looking forward to it in the slightest.

“Here we are, Danny.” Maggie said pulling up in front of a tall building. It looked expensive, you could see the brick wall for the first story, then the rest, about six more were in a soft cream colour. It was a square building, and light, large windows dashed across the building. A large automatic door stood out at the front of the building. “Go in to the front desk and ask for a Mrs Connor. She’ll be your therapist.”

            “I don’t want to go.” I said, eyeing the building.

            “Come on Danny, we’ve had this conversation all ready. Please. You might find something you like about talking to her.”

            “How are we paying for something like this?” I’d never really cared for how much money the family was earning. In fact, the thought had never come through my mind, but this building was fancy. And by the looks of the people entering, they had a lot of money behind them.

            “You don’t need to worry about that. Just go and talk. That’s the only thing you need to worry about. Well, yourself and talking.” She said hurriedly. “Now, go, I’ll come and pick you up in an hour when your session’s over.”

            I climbed out of the car. I wasn’t looking forward to this at all. I should have brought a joint with me. I could have smoked it before going in.

“See you later, I guess.” I said as I closed the door. I walked towards the door in the slowest way I could think of without making it seem like I was stalling my way there.             I expected that I would get some looks going in here, but just by looking around the parking lot as Maggie was leaving, the looks I got were in huge numbers. Every person there stopped to look at me at some point. I just decided to keep my head down.

            The reception was cool, a cold air surrounded the interior of the room, as I entered. I looked up once to survey my surroundings and walked quickly to the desk, where a young looking woman was sitting, everything about her was perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect clothes. Nothing was out of place. I should have expected that too.

            “Hello, my name is Danny Smith and I’m looking for a Mrs Connor.” I said quickly. “I have a session with her.” I added.

            “Right. Daniel Smith.” She looked at the computer screen. “Yeah, you’re here.” She looked up at me for the first time and smiled, showing me her perfect white teeth. “If you’ll just take a seat, she’ll be with you soon.” I smiled back, “and might I add how great it is to have you back with us. Well, not here obviously, but back in Ovid. With your family. Your mother came to see us a couple of times. She was distraught that you’d been taken.”

            “Really?” I asked.

            “Yeah. I bet she’s really happy to have you back.” I nodded. “I’ll give her a call to see how long she’ll be. I’ll give you a shout, okay?” I nodded.

            “Thank you.” I said as I walked to my seat. I noticed she immediately went to the phone. I didn’t listen to her talking. I didn’t want to. She was probably gushing. I sat down next to some young looking man, he was wearing a dark suit. He looked like he had a lot of money.

            “I saw you on the TV yesterday.” He said just looked at me. I rubbed the back of my neck, I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to that, did I? “I didn’t believe you were actually back until I saw you walk in just now.”

            “Uh, right.” I replied.

            “Have you really lost your memory?” He asked, interest seeping into his voice.

            “Well, I don’t remember anything. That counts as memory loss, right?” I was trying to be sarcastic, I guess it wasn’t really working.

            “Right.” He smiled and just settled down after that. Great, now I’ve got to sit next to this guy until the woman’s ready to see me. Boy, should I have brought a joint with me. “So, where were you?”

            “When people say ‘memory loss’, it usually means you can’t remember.” I think I pulled sarcasm really well then. He looked a bit disgruntled.

            “There’s no need to be a bit touchy on the subject.”

            “I’m not being touchy, you’re being nosy.” I was getting mad at this guy.

            “All right. All right. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here, is all.” He held his hands up in surrender. It wasn’t really surrender though, was it?

            “Hm, let me see. I’ve lost my memories, it looks like I was tortured, my friends, who I have no recollection of, are still missing. You want me to list anything else for you?” I asked. I was rocking the sarcasm. “What’re you doing here? That’s more the question. There obviously ain’t much wrong with you, if you trying to analyze me.”

            “It’s personal.”

            “So it can be personal for you, but not for me?” I was really fuming at this guy. He didn’t seem to be wanting to give up either.

            “You’ve only been all over the news for nearly a year. Of course people are going to want to know about you.”

            “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t want to know about me and left me alone.” I growled. He grinned and shut up.

            “Danny Smith. Mrs Connors is ready for you now.” Thank the Lord. I couldn’t be in this guys presence any longer. I practically jumped out of my seat and walked towards the door the receptionist pointed at.

            “Thanks.” I said as I walked past.

This one is about the second longest, according to my document manager on fictionpress.

Hoping you all liked it.

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