Closed Memories

The year is 2036, I was walking around the cold, suspicious and tense streets of London. My ginger hair was flaying wildly in the harsh winds, I shivered as the cruel winds of South London wrapped around me. I looked around wildly, I wasn't sure who I was or where I am. All I remembered my name was Lexi Brown , I am 17 years old and my twin sister - Alexis - is missing. I stumbled around for a while, the time passing well after 12 am, hardly anyone around was around and the skies were dark and cloudy with fumes, smoke and toxic chemicals. I wondered to myself why I chose to live here, maybe because my family, perhaps I had a boyfriend? I would figure it all out once I found my sister, I could feel it in my gut she was still alive, I wasn't sure how considering I hardly even remembered her. Then I saw it- a silver flicker flashed from the moonlight, it was a ring on a hand. In the river..the River Thames. I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. The body was probably dead, but what if it was my sister? Maybe, if I was lucky, I could save her? I ran towards the river, almost falling with my nerves and I held my breath as I pulled the hand , then the arm then the entire body onto the coast. Then I screamed, a loud, blood-curdling scream. It was my sister, or at least I was 90% sure it was her. The body was so mangled and multated I wasn't sure it would even be possible to identify the body. My hands trembling, I dialled the police and on the second ring a woman with a kind and gentle voice picked up. "999 , emergency services- what is your emergency today?" She quipped politely "A body, I found a body that I believe to be my sister - Alexis Brown. Please, please come help , I'm in South London at the coast of the River Thames" I pleaded, not caring how pathetic and desperate I sounded. I heard a sigh- what the f**k?- and a few other voices "Yes my dear, are you a hundred percent sure you got the right sibling? However, I'll send an ambulance, see what we can do to the person" What the f**k did she mean the right sibling, I was right here and nothing could be done to save her why couldn't she understand? "NOW! What can't you understand," she didn't care how rude she sounded, she was on the verge of tears "It's Alexis Brown, she's dead and there's nothing you can do just come and retrieve the body for the love of god" The woman almost laughed, LAUGHED how insufferable could she be a girl was dead and she was laughing. "Of course, deary. An ambulance has been sent, just hold in tight okay? This must've been such a traumatizing experience" Then there was a beep , then there was silence. It felt like an eternity of silence and darkness. Silence. Silence. Silence.I looked sadly at the face of her sister- or what was left of it. It was hard to imagine that once this girl had a whole face- maybe she was beautiful? A face that once smiled and laughed, was now a face of peeling skin and rotting teeth. Suddenly, a blaring, flashing lights appeared and a ringing blared in m ears. The paramedics had finally arrived- I quickly stood up, wiped my eyes and stifled any remaining sobs. 4 men in uniform walked out with a stretcher, they all seemingly ignored me as if I simply wasn't there. A few of them looked sadly at my sister, but nobody spoke. "Hello? Aren't you supposed to interview me, my sister's dead and I'm highly traumatised, shouldn't I be getting reassured it'll be getting better?" I asked, realising how obnoxious I sounded, but I had had enough. Was everyone in London always this rude? Still, I kept being ignored, what was their issue? All I could was stand there and look as they took away my sister, the only somewhat familiar thing to my clouded brain. What happened? And why couldn't I remember anything? I cried, admittedly. I cried for what seemed to be hours, I sat on the coast wishing I was dead instead of her. It seemed silly really, it would do no use to her or anyone else. Somebody would always be dead. I dipped my legs into the cool waters of the Thames, I wondered how many had died in there, how many were still left in there and how many would never be discovered. I thought about their families, were they hoping that one day their child would come back, while they were actually floating around mindlessly in a pool of dread and despair. How many were murdered and how many had willingly killed themselves. It was a sad thought as anyone could be killed at any given moment and nobody would be able to change it. But, my sister wouldn't die in vain or despair - no I'll l make sure justice will be served and that he killer would be punished. Jail for life was too good of a punishment, no they deserved worse. They deserved to die just how they killed my sister. But how will I even start? I know absolutely nothing about my life or who I am. 2030, age 11, Thames Quarter studio 1. I was playing around with another girl, she looked exactly like me. Alexis. We were running around with our unicorns, pretending they could fly. Sure, it was immature but we were carefree and didn't care what anyone else thought. We kept running around for a bit, then a tall lady with dark ginger hair entered the room. "Girls, dinner is ready. Your father will be joining us, as he wishes to see you once again" She said the last bit with a bitter tone , like it was something nasty to say. Me and Alexis looked at eachother, we both knew it was gonna end up in an agruement. It always did. We were all sitting around the table. Me and my sister beside eachother, our mom at the head of the table- she was wearing an unreadable expression but I could guess she wasn't thinking anything particularly nice- and a blonde man with a cheery but hollow face was sitting at the other end. Dad. Of course, they were divorced. There was an awkward silence. Then the memory faded. I awoke with a start, my legs were drenched in the dirty river water, but I didn't care. I had somewhat of a lead in my life and I could use it to find out more about my life. I struggled to my feet, and now I just need to find a place to sleep for the night and in the morning to find Thames Quarter, studio 1. Maybe I'm not as lost I thought I was. My name is Lexi Brown, I am 17 years old, I had a sister called Alexis and I am finally finding myself again.