Amnesia

Drenched in blood, a numb figure of a little girl—she lay on the cold ground at the side of the road.

Vision blurry, heavy—irregular breaths, her faintly agaped eyes gazes at the bloodied figures inside the car.

Tip of her fingers, moves slightly, loud hammerings in her head. She seems to not hear anything else. She needed to save them, but her wrecked body defied her. Crushing her soul. A lone tear cascades down an eye.

Blood blends in with gasoline, the nasty smell hovering the air.

There lay her parents, inside the wreckage of a car, hit by a truck an abrupt moment before, destroyed, positioned upside down.

Her hazy mind travels back to the peaceful while, moments before the accident.

She was there, laughing aloud heartily, her father had made a typical dad joke. The mother shakes her head, chuckling at her favourite duo. Soft music flowing in the background. They were at most three kilometres away from their destination in the countryside.

Why a twisted fate? What a twisted game.

Boom!!

Explodes the car, blue and orange fire flaring up in the middle of the street, heavy woods on the sides. She screams and weeps, yet she's hushed. No sway or sound for the world to have known she mourned.

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Gasp!

Neva jolts awake gasping for air.

Of eight years ago, the nightmares haunting still. A bloody reminder of a tragic start, she wishes would vanish. The same way eight years of her life did.

She swallows the lump formed in her throat, her forehead moist with droplets of sweat. Fingers combing her long messy locks back.

She glances upon the clock, 5 a.m it reads.

She sighs, closing her eyes. Shuddering a little still.

At seven past thirty she steps out of her apartment. Her class would start at sharp, one and half an hour after.

Her attire: a black tank top, a khaki coloured crochet top on the surface, pairing her low-waist black skinny jeans.

Cloudy head, mindlessly she trudges to the pavement beyond the wall that divides her apartment compound and the street.

"Where you going Angel?" A voice draws her to the present.

Her frowning features morphs to an astounded one. 'That voice!' She sways her frame to glimpse at the man behind her.

'Why is it him?' Neva ponders, keeping the thoughts to herself.

These past few days she had encountered him none. Her Mystery man.

She accused him of lies, such mortifying scene of a week ago fresh—crawls back to her mind. She curls her lips in uneasiness. She nearly even called cops on him.

'Why did he have to appear now?'

The fresh daylight sharpens the eyes, she could now perceive his features finer. The early morning sunrays reflects his jet black hair silver. Straight tall nose, thin lips. Deep coffee eyes of his stares into her soul. Neva recognizes him to be 'quite' handsome.

She clears her throat, she veiled her ponders perfectly. "University."

He agapes his mouth to shape an 'oh', appearing to appreciate the knowledge.

She turns around, her plot to amble towards her favoured bakery cafe.

Sprinting of footsteps approaches, and she finds him begin to saunter along with her.

"She exhales, "Why?"

"Hmm?" His round almond eyes poses to be a little clueless.

"Why are you beside me?" She says, tearing her eyes away from him.

"Why you ask? What is a Man who'll not escort the woman he's dying to court?" He sets forth, a sweet teasing grin playing on his lips.

"I don't like you! If that makes it clear." Neva sternly pierces her gaze at him in the eyes.

"Then I'll make you." His lips curves up higher, smiling ever so brightly.

Neva could almost burrow in a hole, the brightness in his eyes blazing. Designing of blinding one's vision. She veils her eyes, sighing, vexed early in the morning.

Peering ahead, she calms herself. Tumbling down on the ground with a stormy mind with the man beside—wouldn't be so delightful.

"I don't even know your name Angel. Will you give me the honour?" Persistent to keep the coversation alive he tosses a query at her.

"Will you leave me alone then?" Casually she intends for him to clear out.

He shrugs, "Maybe?"

"I'm not telling you!" She huffs, standing strong to the ground.

"Then allow me to escort you...as long as the distance to your lecture hall." He leans in closer to her, a little squeeze to milk his wonders.

"Neva!" Defeated, Neva mumbles. Hoping not her first day to lecture be ruined because of him.

"It's your name?" Gleams his orbs, pleased. Neva hums in response.

"What a beautiful name." He smiles.

She doesn't appreciate his flattering. He's still glued to his spot. "I told you, now leave me alone!" She glares at the man.

He squints his eyes, "I said, I won't escort to your lecture hall, never your University." He remarks, grinning sleepishly.

Neva angered ignores him, ceasing their little tête-à-tête since she almost made it to the cafe.