Archangel 17: Forgotten
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" Why do you keep calling me with that name?"
I asked Antoinette to return in our classroom first and let me talk with Georgina. Good thing she did what I asked her to do without any questions.
" What name?" Georgina asked trying to sound innocent even though her smile says otherwise.
" Aurelle," I looked straight in to her eyes. " Why do you keep calling me Aurelle?"
She stared back at me with the same level of intensity while her mouth formed an amused smile.
" Hahaha!" She suddenly laughed. " Why do I keep calling you with that name? That's your question?"
" Yes. Why?" I remained firm.
I'm so done with this identity mystery going on.
I don't know when it started but I always felt like there's something missing in me. Like there's something more to myself. I only get to confirm that when that lady who abducted us said those things.
I want to know who I am. I deserve to know who I am.
" You know me," I concluded with a weak voice. I saw how her cunning eyes slowly became pitiful. " Can you.."
I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked up to prevent my tears from falling. I can't be seen like this. Not now, not ever.
" Can you introduce myself to me?" I successfully managed to not shed a tear and stutter.
It was such a relief.
" What are you talking about, Ell--"
" Aurelle. That's what you call me," I cut her. " You know me beyond my knowledge of who I am. So please.."
I inched forward and held her hand. She looked down on our hands and a lone tear escaped her right eye.
" Please help me find myself.." I pleaded and caressed her hand even more.
" I.. I don't," She stared at my face for a few seconds and glanced on our hands again.
" I'm sorry." She removed my hands from holding hers and walked away.
I watch her do so and sigh.
My chest felt so heavy that I decided not to return on our room and wander around the campus. I can't let Antoinette see me like this. She will freak out and drag Georgina for sure.
I walked and walked without any destination. This is the first time I ever wander in the campus like this. I was a little bit surprised to see a lot of trees and plants, I never knew Elysian University has this refreshing side.
It was always the luxury that I get to see.
" Sick.."
I whispered, stunned because of a beautiful playground I found behind the buildings.
It looked like an abandoned playground. The slides, seesaw and swings are all covered in rust.
That made me think..
Who would bother playing in here? I don't remember seeing any elementary students nor children in this school.
I stayed in that playground and sat on a swing. Somehow, the atmosphere in this place is just different. It doesn't feel like the other places in this school.
While sitting on the swing, I looked up in the sky and watch the clouds move.
" Stop crying, you look ugly." I heard a voice on my left. I unconsciously held my cheek and felt tears rushing down. I instantly wiped it and curse myself silently.
I didn't know I was already crying while staring at the sky! How weird does that make me?
" What are you doing here?" I looked at the person beside me even if I already knew who it was.
" You're not the only one who can cut class, you know.." He sarcastically answered.
" Stop being annoying, Alas." I rolled my eyes and went back to staring at the sky.
" Stop pretending to be tough, Elle."
I immediately diverted my gaze to him with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
How can those words stab me straight in the heart like this? It was the first time I heard someone say that to me..
" You're already tired of pretending, it's obvious."
" I am not. What are you--"
" You're weak." He cut me.
I stared at him with gritted teeth but he remained staring at the sky.
" You're weak and you know it. That's why you always act tough and unconcern." He continued.
" Why are you saying this to me?" My fist were curled so tight it's starting to feel numb.
" So you can be true to yoursel--"
" I don't even know who I am!" I shouted in frustration and stood up.
Alas finally looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw my tears rushing down on my cheeks.
His words just weigh to much! I don't know if it was helping or tormenting.
" You don't know how it feels to be unfamiliar with your own identity! With your own family! The feeling that everyone's keeping something from you!" I paused and tried to dry my tears. " So stop telling me what to do. You know nothing!"
" All of you always have a lot to say, but not one of you tried to actually help." I said while staring at him. My resentment towards everything that's happening to me is just overflowing.
" Why do you need someone to help you when you yourself doesn't make an effort to know?" I felt a pang on my chest because of what he said.
I suddenly remember my Dad. I still haven't asked anything about what that lady said.
" Stop being dependent, Elle. You don't need someone to help you. Stop waiting for someone and start finding the answers to your questions yourself." He stood up towered over me.
" The only person who can help you is you." He said before walking away.
He was a few steps away from me already when I realized something.
" WAIT!"
He halted because of my shout and glanced at me.
" Aurelle," I asked. He looked at me confused that's why I continued. " I've been dreaming about three girls. Aurelle, Ariah and Haliea."
He didn't answer, instead, he slid his right hand on the pocket of his pants. He doesn't seem to get what I was saying.
My dreams always seem to be connected with one another. Now that I think about it, it must be a memory from the past. I've done my research and it supports that idea.
I've known for a while that I forgot something about my identity, I just really can't get myself to remember anything about it.
" You're sister knows something about those names but she doesn't want to tell me. How about you?"
He's my only hope! I really feel like those three names play a huge part on my identity.
" Georgina and I didn't grew up together. I don't know much about her." He shrugged.
I looked down as I felt my only hope being crushed to pieces.
" Take it easy. Who knows, maybe tomorrow you can already remember what you forgot." He said before I heard footsteps walking away.
" Or you already did, but you just can't accept it." His last words before I saw him vanishing from my sight.
Just what do you know, Alas Sion Ford?
- Writer
