Discovering Me

Discovering Me

I woke up in the hospital not knowing who I am or how I got here, but I think I know the missing girl on the news!  What happened to me?  To her?  And what price will I pay for discovering me?

Excerpt:

    “I wish I could remember what happened,” I said, meaning it.

    “Don’t you worry about it,” Mr. Williams said kindly over his wife’s shaking shoulder.  “When you are able to, I’m sure you’ll help us find the person that did this to us.”

    I looked at these loving parents, full of pain but still able to offer me compassion, and compared them to the woman in my dream who was as cold as the blue diamond around her neck.

    Mrs. Williams faced me once more and saw my forlorn expression.  She put her hand on my arm to offer comfort and that’s when I saw it.  A silver bracelet with angel charms.  I had seen that before.

    Mrs. Williams noticed me looking at it and brought her arm up to her chest, holding the bracelet protectively with her other hand.

    “That was Angela’s, wasn’t it?” I asked.

    “Yes!  Angels for my Angela!”  The shocked expression on Mrs. Williams’ face matched that of her daughter’s as I had seen it in the forest.

    Memory rushed at me and I had to cover my face with my hands as it ran me through like a sword.  It was both painful and exhilarating, this act of discovering me.

Author’s Note:

Discovering Me is the first story I wrote in first person, which provided a more natural way to express the inner personality of the character.  And what a character my little amnesiac turned out to be!  Among other things, I enjoyed her dry humor and sarcasm.

Also found in Grim Secrets:  Tales of Murder, Manipulation, and Loss.