Forgotten

Chapter One

Please note. This is a WIP. I do not know if the name of the story will change. Please be aware that it might. The places mentioned in this story are not real (I made the names up). Thanks ❤️

The honks of the cars racing past.

Blurry figures walking the streets.

Lights shimmering and flying by.

Protective clouds covering the moon.

No stars in the night sky.

Cold, hard asphalt.

Cold breeze, biting at my skin.

Cries of a familiar voice.

Sadness echoing throughout the night.

Pitch black darkness...

I gasp and I feel as if I am choking. I grip my throat, struggling to breathe. Slowly, I regain by breath. Inhale.... exhale....inhale....exhale. My breathing slows and I take my hands from my throat.

The asphalt digs into my hands and when I look at them, they are bleeding. Clean blood oozes out between the dry blood. I realise I now have blood on my neck. I rub my forehead, which is glistening with perspiration, with the back of by hand. My eyes search around and I find myself on a lonely road. There is a construction site nearby, but no workers. It is a dark night, with very little light in this area.

Slowly, carefully, I try to stand up. My whole body aches and shivers from the cold of night. For a while, I stand there, shivering. My mind is far away and so unconciously I start walking to where I see more light. When my mind tunes into the real world again, I find myself walking down a road with a park nearby. I stagger to the park, but it is closed. Shivering and lost of any hope, I sink to the ground, back against a tree.

The question comes to my mind and I'm surprised.

Who am I?

The question echoes in my mind. I don't remember anything from before I woke up.

Where did I come from?

Why do I have blood on my hands?

Did I have anything from before I woke up?

Why was I left in a road, alone?

The questions become too much for me and so I drift into an unsettled sleep. On awakening I find that the sun is rising slowly and birds are chirping. Their singing fills my ears and I'm filled with delight. A memory comes to me and I try to grasp it, but it leaves as quickly as it came.

Footsteps, around the corner. I sit up a little straighter and my face bathes in the sunlight. I close my eyes, not worrying about the nearby footsteps. I hear the footsteps come around the corner and stop. I open my eyes and look at the man up and down. He is dressed in a blue uniform with a badge on his chest and a baton at his side.

"Oi! Cmon, boy. I don't need you lot sleeping around here. It's bad for business," the officer shouts at me.

I scowl.

When I speak, my voice is raspy and hollow. "Where am I?"

The officer raises an eyebrow and says,"In Sydney, of course."

"I see. What is this park's name?" I ask, interested.

"It's called Riley's Park" he says and then looks at me and scowls again. "Come now, stop stalling."

Slowly, I stand up. The officer sees me more clearly and his eyes go wide with surprise.

"What happened to you?" he asks.