Chapter 1
I'm in the living room waiting for him to come. In front of me are the two sisters with their mother and next to me on the other side on the couch is the head of the family with the 3 year old baby, Rose. I feel the feelings of everyone in the room and for now I know I'm safe. God help!
The door suddenly opens and He appears in the room...Adam!
-Good evening, he say crossing the room..."good, I hate everyone...well, except my beautiful babe" his thoughts follow him.
When my heart started beating harder, I looked up at him. He's overtaken me and is heading to Rose.
Heatred follows him like a shadow and I feel a piece of my heart come loose and the pain that followed made me shrink in my place.
I watched his interaction with Rose with tears in my eyes, realizing it was time to leave. No one will realize it anyway, my mind comforts me.
He leaves the side of Rose and walks away. I follow...
Little did she knew that he didn't see her on the couch...and her departure will have a powerful impact on him, changing his future life.
I go and get from "my room" the only clothing I have mine...a pair of red sneakers.
I leave the door without anyone noticing, not that I expected it anyway, and I walk away from the only place I'v been able to call home in the last year. I stop and take one last look and feel a stray tear run down my cheek. It was nice while it lasted...
I start to walk automatically, the steps carrying me as usual...towards nowhere.
I wake up thrown on a cobbled country road. I walk forward on the road until I see a house, I think, in the distance.
- How long will I stay here...I'm tired, I wake up talking.
As usual no one answers me...because I'm alone in this world. Why do I have to carry this burden alone? What have I done so badly that I'm alone? Why can't I remember anything...who I am, where I come from?
I get closer to home and I can't say I like what I see. It's a shabby house though but who am I to put myself against the destiny that awaits me.
I knock on the door and wait. I feel that there is someone in the house, but still no one answers me. I go around the house and head towards its back.
On the porch, on a deckchair, an old woman is lounging. I return to the front of the house and sit on the steps in front of the house...do I have to wait?
I wake up when I feel the warmth of a hand on my shoulder.
- My dear, wake up. What wind brings you here?
I wake up confused not knowing where I am. I look at the old woman's face and I remember her.
- Excuse me for falling asleep here. I don't want to upset you..
- Stay calm, my dear. I was waiting for you, actualy.
- Me?
- Yes my dear, come on! You need to rest.
I follow her in disbelif...was she waiting for me? Me?? She must be confusing me with someone...
She stops in front of a door and motions for me to enter. It is a small room with a bed in the middle and a night stand...and that's it!
- It's a transit room. You will rest tonight and we will talk tomorrow. Sleep well.
Like a magnet, the bed pulls me towards it...and I sit down. I try to think about the short but intense meeting with the old woman, but my thoughts become like the waters of a swamp and I feel myself sinking into bed.
A chirping of birds wakes me up and I feel lighter in my heart. I get out of bed and start looking for the old woman.
- But I know you needed sleep, come, sit here, she tells me and shows me a chair next to her. How did you sleep.
- Good.
- Have you found such houses before??
- Oh, what do you mean?
- Like these, like the bedroom you slept in
- N...no, i don't think so. I do not remember.
- I suspected. You shouldn't have left..
- I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Where should I not leave
- Didn't anyone teach you?
- Teach me what? What I am? Why am I like this? Why is all this happening?
- Let's take it differently...what do you remember? What is your first memory?
After a few good minutes, I manage to dig through my memory and recall fragments of what seem like sequences from movies.
- They are just split ends and I don't know what to call them.
- Say what you remember regardless of how abnormal it sounds.
- I was with a boy and a priest came and took out a dagger and started speaking in a language I don't know and I think he killed me.
- That is the first memory and everything started from there. The language you do not know is an ancient language and the priest has cursed you. All over the world there are places like this house where you can "take a break" from life. These places can only be used two consecutive days per lifetime. Let's go out on the porch and I'll tell you everything I know.
We reach the veranda and sit comfortably. She ond the chaise longue and I, on the chair..
- I will start with the beginning. My name is Maude and I am a caretaker and I take care of cursed people. I am over 1000 years old and mytame here is coming to an end - this is me...now you:
Looks like you were cursed a long time ago. A cursed lives with feelings but can eat, but food has no properties for them. A cursed cannot commit suicide, instead he can go mad. Honestly I'm surprised and glad at the same time that you resisted so much without losing your mind. Cursed means that your heart has been cursed and thet means you have 4 attempts before you are forced to start another life - each half means 5 years so a heart means 10 years. When a piece of your heart dies, you feel and feel the pain to. With half a heart you can live without any problem and you don't have to worry. If your heart dies, you move 10 years in the future. If you leave early as you did before, you change the time and the people and that is not good thing! There are...there are dark and gloomy things andchanges are not good for anyone. I know it's painful, but the consequences are even more painful.
