Chapter 1: Beginnings

  Have any of you ever wondered if life was just a game that we all played? Even if you haven't, let me broaden your horizon for you. Everything you do in your life from the time of birth and so on effects you.

  Like in a game, one mess up can cause you more trouble than it's worth. You'll lose. I'm not saying anyone loses at life, right now I don't even know if it's possible. But I'm only 16, I don't have all the answers.

  But the one thing in life than amazes me is the human mind. How people can retain so much knowledge within one muscle, how you can store so many memories and hold so many feelings. If you loose this one crucial part of the body, everything shuts down.

  And even with this thought, people can loose their brain, forget things and still be alive. Like a puzzle. If a puzzle has vanished, there is no way to ever play it again. But, if you're missing a few pieces, you can still use it and still understand the big picture. Maybe a better explanation is that you can see the picture, you know what it is even if you have parts missing. You get the gist of things and you can still understand.

  Now, what if most of the pieces are missing? You don't have the box to guide you as to what you're supposed to be building. For people, it's plain annoying. To the brain, it's amnesia.

  I still can't comprehend how they were able to wipe my memory. The more I think about it, the more my brain hurts. My personal opinion is that they knock us out the second that any of us walk into the school and somehow retract our memories. But they're still there.

  Let me ask you all another question. Have you ever had the feeling that we are like puzzles? I don't mean it in the way that we are only bits and parts but that mentally, over time we loose some parts while others may be stolen and destroyed.

  Well, I have. And trust me, once you have this kind of feeling, the feeling that an entire part of you has just vanished, you will feel angry, frustrated and finished.

  But I had to pass that. I fought. And I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't.



  I came to after God knows how long, the room was sticky and gross with moisture. Sweat was coating about every inch of my body. As my eyes flew open, I found myself in an unfamiliar setting, a dormitory room with a young girl looking towards me.

  She was Asian in origin. Her hair was shortly cut and black, brown eyes which showed obvious concern. And me sitting there, not knowing anything that was going on. I had never seen this girl in my life nor have I even been in this room.

  "Scarlette? How are you feeling? Oh gosh, I should've gotten them to take you take you to the nurse's office instead. Iē, you'll be fine, I know you will. I mean, I know that it's your first year here and all but that means you're at your youth, your prime! You'll be okay! Demo...what if you're not..." She continued on like this as I tried to hold onto every word. It wasn't easy.

  "Excuse me," I finally cut off, stopping her in her words,"How do you know my name? Where exactly am I?"

  "Ah, Gomen! I guess that hit on the head was pretty hard. I'm a second year at the school, Mizuki Akira." She smiled brightly,"Our sensei's assign older students and younger students in dorms to help out first year students like you. You got hit on the head during the opening ceremony and fell unconscious-"

  "Opening ceremony? School? Where am I?" I asked her, more fierce this time. I needed answers and soon.

  Mizuki's smile fell. "You're at a school in Europe...you told me at the ceremonies that your parents sent you here to get a higher education. Scarlette...? Did you loose your memories?"

  Sitting up on the bed (which I had now assumed was mine), I started to settle with the idea. With the idea that my memories had been wiped clean from my mind. The gentle face of my assumed dorm mate showed no signs of familiarity. Europe? I don't even remember getting on a plane. No, I can't even remember anything except that my name is Scarlette Daniels, a 14 year old from America. More specifically, Washington.

  "Yes," I was finally able to numbly respond. "I...I've lost my memories."