Chapter Chapter One | Memories by Superficial

Chapter One

The lights and piercing music of the police sirens hurt my already splitting headache. It seems I’m in the middle of a freeway, traffic is stopped because of the two car collision, and my vision is foggy. I look around and realize I have no clue where I am, or who I am for that matter. How did I get here? Why am I here? Where is here? What was I doing? Do I have any family? Am I going to die?!

“Warren! Over here! I found him!” I close my eyes and cringe. Sleep sounds pretty good right about now. “No Ronan, don’t sleep, you’ll be alright, Alpha is here for you.”

“Alpha?”

“Emary, he is no wolf. Do not confuse him.” She vowed her head and I gazed at the ‘Alpha.’

“What’s going on?”

“It’s alright little brother, you’ll be home soon. You have a concert in two weeks you need to prepare for remember?” A platinum blonde girl says.

“No... no I don’t.” I furrow my eyebrows and attempt to force the memory out of my head.

“Dont force it young one.” A graceful woman who sounded wise beyond her young appearance caresses my face.

“Mother... hands.” A man growls in warning.

I’m lifted up by two strong guys, I’m guessing I’m the one they feel needs protecting considering how quick they were to be gentle and easy. I bite my lip hard enough to draw some blood when I step on my ankle. “Shit, shit, shit.” I groan.

“Max, Hans, be careful. He’s human and easily hurt remember?” Both men nod and take more care with my hurting body when they lay me down on the long floorboard of the back of a limo. The Hell?

The man who’s been giving orders and apparently snapped at his mother came and knelt down next to me. “Ronan, do you remember anything that happened in the crash?” He flashed a flash light in my eyes and I squeeze them shut.

“No...” I tensed when someone grabbed my hand, they quickly let go and he looked at me again.

“What’s my name?”

“... I’m not sure...” he seemed a little shocked.

“What about me?” The blonde asked. I shook my head, her face held disappointment and sadness.

“Call the concert management and let them know he won’t be performing for a while. Give the fans their money back.”

“Woah woah... concert? Fans? Performing? Just who exactly am I?”

“Ronan Rodriguez. The top idol star of American music right now.” The man says.

“How old am I?”

“23 years old. You have a twin sister named Emily, the rest of us are like family to you two after you lost your folks.” A white skinned man with horns sticking out of his head answered. “I’m Max, I too have a sister but she isn’t here. This is Mother Elizabeth, though, you and Emily call her Liz. You also have a crush on one of our mighty fine looking guys in our family, and no none of us except siblings are biologically related, just metaphorically.”

“You talk a lot...”

“You get used to it.” Emily sighed. The man who appears to be the head of the ‘family’ tells Max to drive. He holds my hand and I assume that we’re together, but when Emily grabs his hand and Mother Elizabeth holds hers and mine, I realize it’s a form of comfort. One of them starts humming a tune, I recognize it and start singing the song.

Nightcore - When She Cries(male version)(+LYRICS)

They all look at me with astonishment at how I remembered the song (to be honest so was I) but kept singing and sat up to do it. I remember how to sing, what it feels like, and what it means to me. The Leader looks proud, and excited. Is that normal for him? Mother Elizabeth looks happy and Emily, my apparent twin, was dancing in her seat to my singing.

“Music is his remedy.” Mother Elizabeth smiles and pats her sons shoulder. The car was smooth enough for me to walk (how am I even able to walk after a crash like that?) so I do and dance with Emily. She put her forehead to mine and I sang my heart out. Little notes and bar staffs with treble and base clefts float around us. Is this a power I have?i feel the Limo come to a smooth hault and I walk around the now non familiar lawn. The servants are amazed that I’m in the lawn and on my feet.

I sing, and sing, and sing. I even dance with some of the maids, they were happy to dance and laughed when I moved on. “He’s a lot happier than normal, isn’t he Warren?” Mother Elizabeth smiles.

“Well, that may be because all of the recent activities have slipped from his mind. Lets keep it that way.”

“Warren, you know that isn’t smart.”

“I will tell him when he’s ready, I want him to enjoy his happiness while he can.” I zone out of their conversation and dance with Max, Emily, Emary, and Hans. They seem light hearted and happy with my singing. This could be the reason for me being the top idol of America.

“Ronan, follow me.” I nodded and followed Emily. She shows me instruments of all shapes and sizes. I remember all of it. Which is odd. I grab a bass guitar that feels familiar and... natural in my grasp. Like an old friend. I start playing her strings and singing my heart out into the microphone. Emily took her place at the drums.

As the song dies from my throat, Warren catches me before I hit the ground. “Where did it go? That magic? My music? Where did it go?” He sighed and Emily hurried to my side.

“It’s your body, Ronan, it’s too fragile to emit that kind of energy all the time, and with your crash... it just made it weaker.” I sighed and leaned against Warren for physical support. “Warren, look...” he pulled back my white jacket sleeves (well, not so white anymore from the road) and ran his fingertips over my forearms. “Is that...”

“It’s is. Mother.” He pointed to my arms and she smiled.

“What? What is it?” I asked. He covered my arms and looked on the back of my neck where he was supporting me.

“Congratulations my boy.” She ruffled Warren’s hair.

“What’s going on?” I yawned half way through the sentence.

“Later, right now you must rest.” He slipped his arm behind my knees and took me to a room. It looked very teenage musician. I think it’s my bed room. Flyers, posters, waded paper balls, pens, pencils, clothes, shoes, were thrown all over the floor. The walls were covered with bands ranging from Led Zeplin to Theory of a Deadman. He closed the open laptop computer and laid me down on my bed. “Rest Ronan, Emary will be in here with you during the night to make sure you are safe and healing properly” I nod and he leans down to kiss my forehead before leaving me in a quiet, dark room.

I fall asleep almost immediately.