[Issue 54] [Story] Memory

[tweezers 1,034]

 

A white ceiling. Flashes of light. Orange? Why orange? There was a ceiling so it couldn’t be the sun. Then what was it? Voices. Would they tell her? Did they know what the light was? Maybe if she moved…

‘She’s waking, need help in the ER ASAP’. Only one voice now. Rough. A buzzing sound. More voices, unclear and harsh. And then a sudden silence. Pulsing. Screams. From where? Right next to her, but far away at the same time. Sleep. Go back to sleep.

Hayley opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. A glass of water was on a table right at her eye level. It was blocking her view, distorting what she could see. Could she move her head? No. Too much effort. She looked through the water instead. There was someone far away, a hazy shimmer of blue. Someone who would help. Yes. But how to get their attention?

She tried to move her tongue to make a sound. Her lips were dry. Could she make a noise? She had to try. Come on! Something, anything…

‘Help... me...’ the words came out as a whisper, almost inaudible in the vast silence. But it was enough. The shimmer in the water became larger and larger, solidifying into a mass of dark blue, until it was replaced by a hand moving the glass aside and the same rough voice she had heard earlier.

‘Water?’ Simple and straight to the point. Something that Hayley appreciated. She tried to nod, but couldn’t. She tried another whisper, but couldn’t make a sound. She was starting to panic, but then the rough voice came to her rescue once again. ‘Yes,’ it said, and a pair of exceedingly gentle hands slid a straw between her lips so that she was able to take a long and much needed gulp of the pleasingly cool water that had been in the glass she looked through. Once she was done, she opened her mouth and let the straw fall away, some of the water left in it dripping onto the pillow that was under her head. The same hands moved her away from the wet patch and gave her a better vantage point to see around the room. Rectangular and completely white, it had a single door set into the far wall and a plain chair next to it. The fact that there was only one door seemed to be strangely important. She tried to puzzle it out for a few minutes, and then gave up. The chair must belong to the rough voice, she reasoned, since it was in that direction she had been facing when she saw its owner coming. But where was the voice now? Puzzling. Maybe if she slept some more…

When she woke up next, there were more people in the room. A man in a uniform of different green colours, two men and a woman in white coats, and another man with his arm in a sling. No one in blue though. The rough voice must have left. Or had been ordered to leave by one of the people here. The thought sent an irrational, momentary rush of anger through her, clearing her mind and forcing her to think straight. Could she move now?

‘Miss!’ the cry came from one of the white coated men as Hayley stood up shakily. ‘Miss, please sit down.’ All of them minus the uniformed man rushed over to her bedside, the woman clutching her arm and pulling her down to rest on the bed. ‘Where... where am I?’ Hayley whispered to them, the lack of volume in her voice alarming her slightly. ‘You’re safe here' said one of the men in white. Not the one that had seen her stand up, no. This was a different one, taller, a slightly lopsided smile on his face. ‘Do you feel nauseous? Dizzy?’. ‘No'. One word answers.

‘Can she speak now?’. ‘Yes’. The man in the sling now. Why was his arm in a sling? Was it broken? The thought disturbed her. She wanted to fix him. But why?

‘Alright.’ The uniformed man this time. He moved forward towards the bed, hands clasped behind his back. Intimidating. ‘Hayley Vanderson. I am Colonel Hauss.’

 

He paused. Obviously he was waiting for a suitable reaction from her. Well, he wasn’t going to get it. She was too busy trying to remember whether her name WAS Vanderson. Vanderson? It sounded funny. It sounded like a mad professor’s name from the old cartoons she had watched in her childhood.

‘I’m sorry. I don’t think I know you.’ She managed the words, a hoarse whisper falling out of her lips. This was beginning to alarm her now.

The man’s face turned red, but he seemed to be calm. ‘All right. I’ll give you one more chance. Do. You. Know. Who. I. Am?’. A pause between each word, as if he was trying to explain something to a child.

Hmm. Children. Something important about children…

‘No. No, I do not.’ She was getting a little impatient now. She was sick, dammit, who was he to threaten her?
They had moved to the end of the room now, the white coats and the man in uniform. The one with the sling was still standing near her bed though. He seemed uncomfortable, his face white.

She could see the others having a conversation. Could almost hear them. Maybe it was something about the children...

‘Sir, she’s sick, she may have PTSD. We cannot expect her memory to be fully functional.’

PTSD? What was that? It sounded ominous and yet familiar at the same time. Curious. Hovering on the edge of her mind, just out of reach.

‘Well, I don’t care WHAT she has, just get her to tell you what she knows! Kill her if you have to, just get me what I need!’.

‘Kill who?’ she whispered hoarsely.

The Colonel turned. ‘Listen, woman. You know something that I need. And I will get it out of you. And I do not care how I get it.’

Another vague memory. Something like this. A long time ago. Another man? Hayley couldn’t recall.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Colonel. And I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew.' Her voice was a bit stronger now. A good sign.

The Colonel's face flushed and he leapt across the room, the white coats feeble protests drowned out by an angry roar as he raised a fist to strike her back into the sleep that she had woken from.

 

But it was not his fist that sent her back to sleep, no. It was the impact of the slinged man’s back against her head as he intercepted the lethal blow with his own body.

Falling now. Falling again.

 

Memory Pt.2

Memory Pt.3

Memory Pt.4

Memory Pt.5

 

[Quarks 2,255]

Great, I look forward to the continuation.

[Hex 11,520]

Wow  :o

[Crip 4,735]

Tweez..awesome work again bro!

Keep it up, your stories show you've a real talent.

 

Looking forward to the next part.

[guyfromwa 129]

that was.... so deep..

[anti-tanker-GT 7]

nice one bro

[Quarks 2,255]

All right, from now one, everyone call twee pliers, k?

[wheelnut 0]

you can write bro

[Darren4Turbo 4,913]

Awesome work, tweezy! 

 

you can write bro

...

[ethanisme 1,115]

Holy! GJ that was awesome

[darshancool 81]

Good topic to hide links  :ph34r:

[DESTROYER_13 1,019]

lmao

[Magenta 5,165]

Great, I look forward to the continuation.

 

 

Wow  :o

 

Tweez..awesome work again bro!

Keep it up, your stories show you've a real talent.

 

Looking forward to the next part.

 

that was.... so deep..

 

nice one bro

 

All right, from now one, everyone call twee pliers, k?

 

you can write bro

 

Awesome work, tweezy! 

 

...

 

Holy! GJ that was awesome

hell no links!

[darshancool 81]

hell no links!

Search in the Main article .. About on the 9th - 12th paragraphs 

[asdasemm 925]

delete

Edited July 22, 2016 by asdasemm

[DESTROYER_13 1,019]

SPOILER ALERT!

[asdasemm 925]

delete

Edited July 22, 2016 by asdasemm

[DESTROYER_13 1,019]

^ just hide post

 

Look in the whole page for some green writing. Good luck.  :P

Edited July 22, 2016 by DESTROYER_13

[DESTROYER_13 1,019]

Cool story, BIG LIKE!

[asdasemm 925]

huh...never expected a code in this story

 

clue to whom ever is still searching for the bonus  in this topic

search for a word which you feel is a code type and show your mouse cursor on it and u might get a green light which means that is the link to the code..

Edited July 22, 2016 by asdasemm

[ToiletPaperRoll 1,318]

cant find da code... and my battery has 4% left :(

[daudiii 61]

I have completed it. I am very late but hope I get the prize.

Edited July 23, 2016 by daudiii

[THE.LAST.AVENGER 585]

this thing became famous after the contest :lol: :lol:

[Ninja 10,468]

Dat bonus, it's confusing as there is another story called memory in the archives.

[boomboom63 5]

Have you figured the second part