Lost Memory (The Hidden Identity)

Chapter 3: Her Past

Previously... On Saira's POV

I held the book and stared at the cover. I’m not really a fan of books but this really took my interest. I was about to read it when I felt the fatigue taking over my body. I fell on my bed and the next thing I knew, darkness cradled me on its arms already.  

Continuation...

Zachrean’s POV

After long torture of feeding, mom finally decided to tell me my story. I’m not really sure if I’m ready to hear it because I know that this is not my reality, but what can I do? I’m stuck in this world with no clue how it happened and without anyone to tell me that everything’s going to be alright.

Mom sat on my bed and was about to start when a man entered my room. I was about to ask who he is when I saw his face. A single tear fell from my eyes until more tears continued to flow.

“Zane,” I mumbled, looking at the man. I almost didn’t recognize him, but then I remembered that I’m not in my own world. Zane in my world is six years younger than me and this man does look like Zane but older than me.

I was removed from my trance when the man hugged me. I looked at mom and there she was, crying silently. I felt my shoulder becoming wet and that’s when I knew that this man is crying.

“Do you really remember me, little sis?” I heard him asked through his sobs.

‘No. I only remember my little brother back in my own world. And he’s not you,’ that is what I want to tell him but all I could do is shake my head and tell him that I only remember his name.

He then nodded his head in understanding and just sat next to me. Mom looked at us with her sad and longing eyes but shrugged it off and asked me if she should start telling my story already. I just nodded as an answer.

Realyn’s POV

I shuffled on my seat trying to find a comfortable place as I reminisce every memory ever since Zach came to our lives. I cleared my throat as I tell her everything.

Flashback

Zane arrived home from his kindergarten school with his dad, my husband, trailing from behind him. He leaped up to me that made me glare at my chuckling husband. I kissed my son on his crown and took note of how heavy he’s getting now, well, pretty normal for a growing five-year-old boy. He giggled and looked up to me.

“Mommy, I got three stars from teacher. She said, I’ve been a very good boy and I’ll be a good big brother someday,” he began saying that made me smile widely, “Can I have a little brother or maybe a little sister now, mommy? Please? Pretty please?” he said while wearing that adorable pout that I can’t seem to resist.

“Speaking of which, I have a piece of good news for you little man and for the big man right there,” I trailed off glaring at my husband who was busy removing his shoes. Both of my boys asked what is it so I made them close their eyes first as I got the white stick in my pocket.

“Now, I want you both to open your eyes,” I commanded and I was met with one pair of curious eyes and another pair of surprised ones. After that, I felt myself being lifted by my husband who was now shouting with joy.

“You’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad again! Hey big boy! You’ll be a big brother now,” I heard my husband says excitedly while ruffling our son’s hair after putting me down. A wide grin was plastered to my little son’s face as he started to jump with glee.

“I’m going to tell this to teacher! And oh, also to my friends! They’ll be jealous of me because I’ll be a big brother now!”

(After months of pregnancy)

“She’s so beautiful, hon,” I opened my eyes to meet my husband’s teary one’s all whilst carrying our newborn princess. We were just celebrating the new year hours ago when she decided to come out.

I held my arms up indicating that I want to hold our daughter and he gave her to me carefully. I looked at how she fluttered her silvery-greyish eyes ‘God, she’s so precious’. I booped her nose with mine while my smile never left my face.

“I’m going to name you Zachrean. Zachrean Velton Parker.”

(Five years later…)

I got awaken when some puffball decided to jump right on my tummy. I looked at who the culprit is but she just put her index finger on her lips indicating me to shh up. She, together with her bother stood upon their father’s side and jumped forward causing him to wheeze in pain. He glared at the two culprits who were laughing their a*s off while I just laid on the other side of the bed, giggling at the sight.

“Mom! Dad! Wake up! Today’s my stage play! Wake up! Wake up!” the mastermind shouted while jumping up and down the bed. I chuckled and hugged her. I, then, felt my husband scooping us in his arms and kissed both our crowns. We were lost in our own worlds when we heard a wine.

“Hey! I’m a part of the family, too!” our eldest said while pouting. His sister roasted him with her next words.

“But you aren’t a girl to get kissed by dada,” she then stuck her tongue out playfully that made the older sulk while we throw a fit of laughter at their cute interactions.

(Fast forward to their house-moving day. August 1, current year)

We have just arrived from a long journey coming all the way from Auckland, New Zealand to Melbourne, Australia. After 23 years of being married, I and my husband decided to move to the house that I inherited from dad years ago. I looked around reminiscing my childhood memories when my daughter cleared her throat beside me. She stares at me with those silver orbs of her and I knew immediately what she’s going to say. She has to jog around. It’s always what she does whenever we stay in a different place. She doesn’t mind the jetlag she was feeling because she won’t be able to sleep in new surroundings without tiring herself out.

Before she could open her lips, I already nodded telling her to go. It’s only four in the afternoon anyway. We still have a lot of time before dinner. I, together with my husband and Zane, started to unpack our things in our own rooms. I was about to unpack mine when Zachary beat me to it, saying that I should do Zachrean’s luggage instead.

After a couple of hours of unpacking and cleaning, I had the urge to cook dinner because I don’t want eating take-outs on our first day. Good thing, we already bought some groceries on the way. I looked at the clock noticing it has already been three hours since Zachrean left for a jog. I didn’t even notice the time! I just shook off the bad feeling and told myself that maybe she was just too mesmerized of the surroundings that she forgot about the time.

As I finished cooking, I looked at the time and it says that it’s been an hour since I started cooking. I tried not to freak out because my husband and son will wake up. They already tired their selves out, I don’t want to add the burden with my pointless worrying.

I was pacing back and forth in the living room, looking at the wall clock every now and then. Every minute that passes felt like hours. I forgot the food getting cold thinking about my daughter. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard something hard hit the front door, but how? I remember locking our gates and gave Zach a spare key. She could have just entered.

I got Zachrean’s baseball bat from the corner while tiptoeing towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I saw no one so maybe it’s just a rock being thrown by someone as a prank. I then carefully opened the door but what I saw made me shout in horror. There, lying on her own pool of blood was my daughter, Zachrean.

I was about to lose my consciousness with the bloody sight when my husband and son came running towards me. My son began to panic when he saw his little sister’s condition but his dad calmed us both down. He’s a doctor, he knows what to do. It’s really a good thing that we decided to build a mini-clinic in the house. I heard him calling some people for assistance. I also heard him talking to our daughter telling her to stay awake and that’s when darkness engulfed me.

Six days later, Zachrean finally woke up. I was so glad when she opened her eyes but what shocked me was the color of her eyes. ‘It turned to gold for a second then became brown’. I tried talking to her but my world fell apart when she can’t remember anything.

That was when I knew, ‘I lost my daughter’.

End of Flashback

Someone caressed my cheeks and wiped the tears that I didn’t notice were already spilling from my orbs. I looked at my daughter with longing.

‘I know she is not my real daughter but I need to act as if there’s nothing wrong… for the sake of this family.’

Zachrean’s POV

Life really is unpredictable. One day, it’ll give you so much happiness that you would be so overwhelmed and will ask what did you do to deserve all of it, but in a blink of an eye, all sh*ts will happen and again, you’ll be asking what did you do to deserve it. It’s just so messed up. You wouldn’t know what can happen every second. You just have to be always ready. But in my case…

I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t able to prepare for this drastic change in my life. It felt like yesterday, I was only fighting for my life together with them and now, here I am. Alone in this strange world, not knowing what to do and clueless about everything.

A part of me is still hoping that this is just a dream - a nightmare – that sooner or later, I’ll wake up and everything will be back to normal. And that, I’ll see them again. But the bigger part of me had already convinced myself that this is the reality. This is my horrible fate and I can’t do anything but to accept it.

I saw how mom teared up while retelling my past a while ago. I saw everything… I saw her past. She was telling the truth, yet she knows that I’m a lie.

I stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what’s really happening but all I got is a headache. Maybe, I should just rest. Mom told me that I should get my energy back because classes are about to start in a week. I wonder what they teach in there? Do students learn how to fight like how I was used to?

I wish…

Vhane’s POV

Classes are about to start in a week. It was a good thing that I already have a place to live in. When Wendy showed me her place, I almost popped my eyeballs out and had a lockjaw, but of course, I’m just exaggerating. But seriously, her condo unit was huge. I could even fit the shack that I’ve used to live inside.

She let me use the second room next to her which has its own comfort and shower room already. It even had a bathtub! How cool is that?! If Wendy didn’t tell me what is it, I might have used it as a washing tub. Kidding aside, I was really amazed by how different the city is from provincial life. I mean, houses here are huge. The buildings are huge! And also, the luxury feels just by stepping inside a condominium building.

After settling inside the room, I asked Wendy if she could assist me in buying the things I’ll be needing at school. Of course, I’ve got a whole bundle of bills with me so that I could buy some clothes and pieces of stuff, too. Maybe, even a thank you gift for Wendy. She agreed anyways since she has no choice. We decided to take a shower first before going, of course, separately.

I was in the middle of wearing my shirt in the bedroom since I forgot to bring it in the bathroom when Wendy suddenly barged in. I got mesmerized by the way she dressed when I caught her eyes looking at my body. I realized that I was half-naked and began freaking out.

“Yah! You perverted woman! Don’t stare at my body! You p*****t AAAHHH!” I screamed while punching her. I didn’t realize that I’ve gone too far and I just saw her nose bleeding. Good for her.

She ran outside the room closing the door in the process. “You mad woman! How dare you make me bleed in my own territory?! I’m not a p*****t! You just need to learn how to f*ck*ng lock the door!” I heard her shout from the outside with a weird voice. I think she’s covering her nose.

“Whatever, you p*****t. Get ready already. I have a lot to buy,” I said as I got out of the room, fully dressed with the money in my pouch.

Saira’s POV

Dragons shall rule the world with their Phoenix alongside them. This is a fate that can never be broken by anyone even the most powerful being.

This was the line that has been lingering in my mind ever since I started reading the book I bought. I had been reading it for a while now but I felt myself getting tired.

Tell me, why am I always ending up being unconscious?

A/N: Can you still understand the story? Well me too, I don’t. LOL