Chasing Time

CHAPTER V : Identification

Joseph's POV :

"Wake up, JJ." I heard her voice.

"Amelia?" I shouted back. "Where are you?"

"Joseph." She kept shouting my name but I can't see her. It's too dark here. Am I dead? What place is this?

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"Hey.. Hey... Wake up." Then I suddenly woke up and sit up straight.

"Ouch." My head hurts. I hold my forehead and it have a patch.

I looked around then to the nurse who woke me up.

"Why am I here?..... I mean, who brought me here?" I asked the nurse. I suddenly remembered Amy.

"I have to go now." I told her then picked up my bag.

"But Sir, you need some rest. And also, your guardian is on his way now. We called him about your situation." She said but I still left the clinic.

Did I just got beaten up? It means I didn't get to save her. Damn it.

I ran as fast as I can back to the rooftop where it happened. I need to see Amy. I need to know if she's okay. I need to find her......

When I get there, she's no longer there. She's not here anymore.... Did they took her with them?

"Damn it." I cursed out. I won't forgive myself if something bad will happen to her.

I combed my hair using my fingers then turn my back when.....

"Aah." I'm shocked to see Patrick here.

"You startled me." I said to him. "What are you doing here? And how did you know I'm here?"

"I saw you coming out of the clinic. I was about to call you but you suddenly run away. So I just followed you..." He was holding his knees and trying to catch his breath.

"You looked like a gay when you're shock, dude." He continued while holding a laugh.

"Shut up." I said half annoyed.

"We have to go now. We still have to go to the Police Department on your campus." He said.

"What? Why? Is this about the trouble I've got into?" I asked nervously.

"Yep." He said while nodding his head.

"Am I going get expelled because of that?" I asked again and followed him coz he started walking.

He suddenly stopped and turn his head to look at me from behind. He grin and said "Yeah." And continued to walk away.

Geez this man......

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Patrick and I are here at Harvard University Police Department to report those bastards. They just asked me about the incident and I told them what happened.

I didn't get any petition since I'm not the one who started the fight but those jerks received a recommendation to dismiss/expel from the Administrative Board because of their intolerable behavior.

I also learned that it wasn't their first time committing a misconduct here at the university. They only got admonished before and they gave them another chance but they still messed it up.

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"Thank you so much Mr. Scott, we'll go ahead." Patrick said to the one in-charge here.

After we shook hands, he remembered something.

"Oh, by the way. Do you know the woman they harrassed Mr. Collins?" He asked.

"She also came over and reported the incident and she accidently left her ID here in my office. I was hoping if you know her and you can give it to her directly." He continued explaining.

"Sure Sir, I can give it to her myself." I replied politely then smiled.

He handed me the ID. She have a beautiful name just like her. Aphrodite N. Johnson.......

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Aphrodite's POV :

I took the cigarette out of my mouth then blew some fume. I still can't forget that guy. The one who got beaten up the other day.

Everytime I tried to remember his face, a piece of image came out of my mind. Although it's not that clear but I can see him smiling at me.

I don't know if it's a memory or not. I'm really confused right now. Arrggghhhh

I've been living for many years without a single memory of my past. I don't know my real identity, I don't know who am I.......

Suddenly, someone took my cigarette and he crushed it on the ground with his shoe.

"Cigarettes can kill. Aren't you aware of that?" I'm a little bit shocked but annoyed at the same time.

It's him. They guy two days ago. He looks mad. Tsk.

"The hell you care. Stop acting like a father to me. I don't know you and you don't know me so back off." I said angrily.

What the heck is his problem? Acting like a boyfriend huh, tsk.

I opened my purse and tried to find a new cigarette then I heard him let a big sigh. I think he's calming himself. I don't care. Tsk.

He then suddenly grabbed me on my arm towards him and embraced me tight.

What the hell he think he's doing? But...

This feels weird. My heart beats faster. This is strange.

Why does it feel like I miss this? That I miss the presence of this hug? And why does it feel comfortable? A tear dropped from my eye.....

No, this is wrong. This is not me. This is just giving me some confusions.... I should stop this.

I pushed him hard and placed my hands on his shoulders then pulled him over and kicked his thing.

"Serves you right, pervert." I said while smirking.

"Owwwwww." He said coz of the pain. Then I left him aching in pain on the ground......

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I don't know what I feel right now. I'm bothered. Maybe because of that guy. It made me feel thirsty.

I went straight to the refrigerator to get something to drink. I went home right after I encountered that guy again.

I'm choosing what to drink. I picked up the type AB coz it's my favorite. I just grabbed one bag of it and drink it directly from the pouch.

Gosh, this feels good. Although fresh ones are better but atleast this is harmless.

I continue drinking it and heads towards my room. I watched myself on the mirror while still drinking.

Some red liquid flowed on the corner of my lips. I stopped for a while and grabbed some tissue paper and wiped it out.

I then continued drinking it on the pouch until there's no more blood left.........