Burning Secrets

Chapter 1: New Slate

AN: There are some words in Russian but I will put English translations beside it. I only speak English so sorry if it isn't exactly right, it's just Google translate.

Girl's POV:

I don't have any idea of who I am, I don't even remember my damn name! I couldn't remember anything before a few days ago when I had woken up in the shade of a small forest with a new slate. Being pulled towards the big bustling city of New York. So that's where I am now.

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I have no idea why I felt that I needed to be in New York or why it felt that I had something to do here. Just a burning feeling that enflamed me with urgency.

Little did I know...right? I literally know absolutely freaking nothing!!!

I took a deep breathe to stop my internal rage of confusion and pulled my jacket around me as I continued down the busy street. People bumping into my shoulders without an apology. One man almost made me fall into the street. I felt heat rise in me, my fingertips itching weirdly, and I felt the need to do something, anything, to make him feel pain.

But that was only for a few seconds. Before it faded to only a whisper in my mind. The man just grunted at me and mumbled under his breathe "Watch it bitch." Which I heard loud and clear.

I grounded my teeth and curled my fists together trying to ignore the very tempting whisper that swirled inside of me. I must've had a very short temper. That's at least one thing I now know about myself.

I kept walking, not with a certain destination though. I had just smuggled a small lunch not that long ago and I really was good at it. I was like a shadow thief. And I couldn't help the feeling of... adrenaline. The rush that took over me whenever I stole new clothes from small stores or when I pickpocket from someone passing through the crowds on the sidewalks.

I grabbed nessecities though. A few dollars from wallets as a just in case, or a few new clothes whenever I really need it. This jacket that I now wore to cover...myself, even though there wasn't a single breeze, I had gotten from a little cafe somewhere when a woman got up to use the restroom. I might've tooken a sip of their coffee as well and let's just say, I didn't like it.

I guess that's another thing I had learned about me then. I still wished that it was more than a few useless snippets of unimportant details. I needed to know who I am. I can figure out what my favorite colour was after I know.

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*A Few Weeks Later*

Still no name.

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I'm tired of looking through newspapers that I swipe each morning for a missing persons report that could be me. I haven't gone to the police because... I had that burning feeling that I shouldn't. Cops seem to freak me out. Don't know why. Well of course I don't know why because I have NO IDEA WHO THE FUCK I AM!

I've been trying to find a new name for myself. Just in case I'm a past-less person for a while. But I can't find anything that sounds right to me.

Naylyn?
Mavis?
Asmyn?

Yeah I'm no good at coming up with a name to fit me when I have no clue to who I am and being stuck in a big city just because of an feeling...but I mean who is?

Sometimes I like to sit on benches and close my eyes and listen. Hearing voices all around me full of different emotions. Vehicles driving. Passing me as I sit. The small sounds are my favorite. The footsteps walking everywhere. Clumsy people dropping things. Few birds chirping to one another and flapping their wings. The few people who talk to themselves or under their breaths are pretty funny to hear too.

I had found out that I had crazy good hearing when I had sat on a bench by a walking park. You know like those parks without playgrounds but still have trees and benches and bushes and stuff like that. A man that was clearly upset was on the other side of the ground. I could tell by his angry gestures as he swung his arms around. I laughed to myself at the sight. He was too far for me to actually hear the conversation but I thought, ... Actually I have no idea what I thought

I just closed my eyes and I felt like I was stretching myself as I concentrated on the man. At first I just felt like a wierdo but then I started to hear his voice that started softly but the more I concentrated I could hear it loud and clear as though I was standing beside him. His voice was low to make sure no one close to him could hear, which technically worked since I was farther away, but his voice was angry and impatient. I could even hear the person on the other end of the call.

It was something about the other person needing more information about something they had called, "The Experiment" but the way they had talked about it made it sound like it was a person rather than a thing. The guy in the park just kept saying that there was nothing more than a few whispers of ghost stories about it.

I decided that I was done listening in to someone else's conversation so I got up and left.

AN: please stick with it. I know it's not the best but it'll mean a lot of you give it a shot.