Chapter 5- A scream
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The words sang into Clara's mind as she slid her room door open. The coffee scent flew down her nostrils, inhaling it gently while deep in thought.
“This town, everyone here acts strange. I must find out by tomorrow, on my own; no one can stop me,” she muttered, tapping her chest.
She headed toward the bathroom, already dashing her bag on the floor roughly. She rushed toward the shower; the water dripped down her shoulder as a little gasp escaped.
“I'm damn exhausted!” she whispered to herself, letting go of the pain this town gave her.
Some minutes gone, Clara walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was tied up with a towel, and so is her chest wrapped with one.
She took a deep breath, pushing her legs over to the medium-sized mirror that separating her wardrobe from her bed.
She pulled her bag beside her and dipped in as she removed her body lotion and rubbed her skin. It felt like honey dripping into the tea; her suffering skin said it all.
After a few minutes of being done, she pulled on mini trousers and a white top, revealing a little bit of her boobs.
Excited by her look, she walked away from the mirror and to her bed. She jumped to the bed, inhaling the coffee scent that drew down her pillow, shutting her eyes.
An hour gone, a knock pulled Clara from her bed. She tossed and jerked off in fear, her hands clutched down on her bedsheets.
“Who is there?” she questioned. Suddenly, Vincent, Cynthia’s first son, spoke.
“Dinner is ready,” he said.
“Thank you, I will be down in a minute.” She managed to lay out those words. Vincent nodded and walked down the stairs.
Everyone awaited her, even Cynthia, before they could eat.
“Mom, why are we waiting for her before we can eat?” Junior, Cynthia's second son asked.
“Because it's good manners to await your visitor,” she assured the little boy; He nodded before getting busy with his iPad.
Sasha sat there, tapping her fork onto her plate as everyone waited for Clara.
A few minutes later, Clara walked downstairs, as everyone smiled happily. It wasn't about seeing her, but they couldn't wait to devour the food.
“You're here, come,” Cynthia said, as she waved at her. Clara nodded before joining them at the dining table.
“Have this, big sis,” Sasha said, leaving everyone to stare at both of them.
A little laugh and pulled over at the dining, while Clara joined too.
Clara stared at the huge food in front of her, bush meat with some spices on it. With a loaf of side bread at the side, some veggies, and even some hotdogs at the edge.
Even though it wasn't her type of food to eat, she had no choice.
She rushed the food, devouring every piece of it as it slid down her throat. With excitement, a little tear dripped down her cheeks.
“Are you enjoying it?” Vincent asked, and Clara nodded happily as she stayed focused on the food.
In less than twenty minutes, Clara had already devoured the food entirely, leaving only pieces of meat on her plate.
“Thank you.” She thanked everyone as they nodded.
“Where is the kitchen, Ma?” Clara asked, her hands firmly at her plate.
“Don't worry, sweetie; leave it on the table.” Cynthia assured her. Clara tried playing stubborn but calmed herself and dropped the plates.
“Please, excuse me,” she said. “Goodnight, big sis.” She paused immediately Sasha said.
She nodded before heading back to her room and lying on her bed, snoozing off.
************* The next day ************
Clara rushed downstairs after not hearing any noise from anyone. But to her surprise, Cynthia had gone to an early market while Sasha and Junior had gone for school.
“Where is everyone?” she asked, immediately her eyes lingering on Vincent fixing his bicycle outside.
“Everyone?” he said.
“Yes, everyone.” She responded.
Alright, Sasha and Junior went to school, and Mom went to an early market sale.” He answered her and went back to his bicycle.
“And you?” She raised her eyes brown.
“Nothing, just roaming around; I don't have any work for today,” he answered.
“Really, how old are you?” she questioned, scanning the little boy.
“19,” he answered, getting tired of her sudden questions.
“And you are not in school? Why?” she asked, but instead Vincent stared at her before walking over to start his bicycle.
“Yes, but soon,” he said, staring at his bicycle but getting paused by her voice again.
“Where are you heading to?” she furiously said.
“You want to come?” he asked, waving his hands.
Clara nodded before hanging onto the bicycle as Vincent rode faster.
Vincent kept on showing every part of the town, the market square, the sheriff's office, and even the small restaurant.
Excitement as she waved her hands while screaming as he rode fast. It had been once since she met herself on a bicycle, not since her memories were lost.
But shockingly, Vincent paused.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, and he stared at her, she got down.
“I almost forgot to get my things from the sheriff’s office; do you mind following me?” he asked.
“Nah, I'm good, don't worry,” she answered. Clara saw it as an opportunity to find out about her memory.
She waited for Vincent to pull out of her view before scanning around her. The people stared at her with a weird look; some even gossiped and pointed fingers at her.
Clara sighed, ignoring them as she rushed to the front. Surprisingly for her, she came into contact with a deep forest.
Similar to the one in her memories, without thinking further. She rushed inside with her phone.
No one saw her at that point. Her eyes lingered for any proof.
A little stick hooked on her trouser, which she pushed off before walking deep inside the forest.
It wasn't just the trees' weird sounds but also the strange animals' noises that brought shivers down her spine.
She squeezed her hands together while scanning for a way forward. Inhaling the little dust that came out of an old tree as she touched it.
She stared at her palms, trying to figure out a way to detect her way back.
She glanced at a little rock, picked it up, and drew an apple on the tree. Clara did the same with most of the trees she encountered, hoping not to be lost again.
Even though the distance felt like forever, she didn't think of what next awaited her.
Just as she was about to turn to scan the road behind her, a female scream came from inside the woods.
“Help…please help.” The voice grew stronger and stronger, without further thinking.
Clara tugged her gun from her pack pocket as she gunned it and rushed inside the forest.
Just then, something stumbled onto her, making her fall with speed.
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