Chapter 1
Mila
Hospitals have a characteristic smell.
Yes, smell. For me, this is not a pleasing scent. Maybe it is hyperol or hyper manganese. Anyway, it is disgusting.
I feel the brightness of the lamp blinding me. I can’t move my fingers and I try to keep them open my eyes, but I can’t.
I feel something heavy on my hand. Maybe a head. I do not know exactly. I try to open my eyes but it is so hard. Finally, I slightly open them and I see highlights. It hurts me and is so annoying.
My lips are dry like the desert sand and sensitive as I touch them with my tongue. I try to cry out in pain but I cannot find my voice, nor my memories.
I try to recall my last memory. An image slowly emerges from the mist of how I run away from the town. I do not know why I was there by myself.
What was I looking for there? I have no idea… The smell and sound of the impending storm still lives in me, but beyond that, I only have everyday school memories. How much I hate it. How much I hate living there. I want to go to a distant university in the future, but when I think about it, my stomach twitches.
My uncle Mason Wealth has been raising me since I was a child. My father lost his life as a soldier. Joyful harps roar in my mind at the thought of slowly beginning to realize who I am, so I continue. My mother left me at the door when I was little. I was the fruit of a short but all the more flaming adventure.
She left me...
I breathe suddenly, but I only hear a whistling sound.
The weight resting on my hand suddenly disappears, leaving a strange cold behind.
“Jesus,” a familiar voice whispers.
Mason…
I want to scream for someone to finally hear me, but I can’t... My throat is dry as if it has been scrubbed with crepe paper. My vision is still blurred, but I notice the silhouettes moving beside me.
“What happened?” I hear a desperate female voice.
Deep toned, kind and girly voice. It feels good to listen.
“Her fingers moved. Then she seemed to be breathing heavily. Look, her eyes are starting to open, too” my uncle says.
A warm hand touches my forehead. I slowly open my eyes, but my vision is blurred, so I have a hard time seeing the face of an old woman with red hair.
“I knew you were making the right decision, little girl.”
What?
“I knew he would bring you back.”
Who will bring me back?
