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Fiction: Forgetting (276 words)

here was more to her than she knew, more to her than she could understand.  More to her than she could wrap her mind around.  She was something so spectacular wrapped up into a human body against all the laws of nature that were put into place to prevent exactly that.  Micayla Andersen existed because her mother and father broke a hundred different rules of the universe itself, and her very existence was ripping apart the very fabric of nature and of human kind.

As long as she didn’t know who or what she was, everything was fine.  But she started to ask questions about her long missing mother.  She began to research things that she had every right to research, but really shouldn’t be researching.  She slowly began to realize how she existed. She slowly began to understand exactly what she was. And as she did, the world start to dissolve around her. Almost literally.

So, she had to forget.  They could do it. Make her forget. Rather easily, actually.  It was technology that had existed for a long time, but they had put laws in place to prevent the world from abusing it.  But this wasn’t the world, and it wasn’t abuse of power.  This was a twenty-five year old woman, her father, and her two best friends.  They made the decision, and they put it all into action. Micayla Andersen couldn’t die, but she couldn’t continue to exist.

So, she forgot. In that way, she could not exist, and yet not die.  In that way, her family, her father, her friends, they could protect her. And in that way, she could protect the world.

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Posted by on November 28, 2014 in Kayla's Stories

 

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Fiction: Before Bed (220 words)

Kayla laid in bed going over the day’s events.  She hoped that doing this would help her make connections that she hadn’t before.  Trigger something in her mind that would help her remember something, anything, about who she was before they found her wandering in those woods.

She had the feeling that almost everyone else knew something about her that she didn’t.  It was an extremely disorienting feeling. Of course, it made sense in a way.  Almost all of them had met her before she lost her memories, so they would all know something more than she did, no matter how small, but it still kind of felt like they all knew one something that they weren’t telling her.  Maybe paranoia was a side effect of memory loss, or maybe she had been paranoid even then.

But she still felt like everyone on base had a secret that they shared amongst themselves that she would never get to be privy to.  All she could hope for what that people would slip up, that a mistake would be made somewhere along the line and they would reveal more than they intended to.  Because “Learning to be herself now” was all well and good, but Kayla was desperate to know who she used to be.

And could anyone really blame her for that?”

 
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Posted by on July 28, 2014 in Kayla's Stories

 

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Fiction: A Touch of Amnesia (694 words)

They reclined on the bed as the movie played on the screen “Gah. I have to say, in this case, you are so lucky.” He moaned jokingly, “I would love to be able to really enjoy this movie for the first time again.”

“Mm. Enjoy. If you say so.”  She pulled a slightly sour face.

“What? You don’t like it?” He teased, nudging her with his shoulder.

“Hm. Not my taste. But I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,”  She laughed.

“Well, I knew it was a long shot.  You never really liked this movie, but I was hoping I might be able to convince you otherwise so the teasing would stop.”

They returned to watching the movie in silence for another few minutes before Kayla turned to face him again. “So–tell me again. Who are you?”

“I’m Nathan.”

She scoffed a little, “Yes, I remember you telling me that, but in relation to me, who are you?”

“I’m a friend.”

Kayla waited for more, but it didn’t seem to be coming. “Really? That’s all you’ve got for me? You’re a friend?”

“Well, what else do you want to know?”

“Well, How long have we been friends?”

“A couple of years.”

“How’d we meet? Through work or something?”

Nathan let out a bark of a laugh that made Kayla jump a little bit. “No-no. You and I would not work well together. At all. Even a little bit.”

“Well,”  Kayla was watching him closely now, “What do you do then?”

Nathan looked immediately more guarded than she’d seen him look in her entire, to be fair short, memory. “I–Nothing.  Well, it’s not important. It’s hard to explain.”

“Is it not important or is it hard to explain?”

“It’s both. So not important that it’s not worth the effort to try to explain.  Now, hush,”  He looked pointedly back at the television screen, and with a small hmph, Kayla turned back to watch James Bond as well.  Until she let out a gasp.  “What? What’s wrong? What happened?” He turned to look at her so fast, she thought his neck would probably hurt from the aftermath.

“You’re a spy!” She exclaimed, a grin on her face.

“I’m sorry?” He replied, understandably confused.

“You’re a spy.  That’s why you love James Bond so much and why you won’t explain what you do for a living, and why I used to tease you about having a James Bond movie as your favorite.  I’ve figured it out so you can just come clean and we can move on to a better understanding of each other in our friendship.”

Nathan’s laugh came slowly, recovering from the concern of Kayla’s gasp and the shock of her ‘realization.’  The smile started at the corner of his mouth and grew slowly across his face until he was truly laughing. “No, I’m not a spy.”

“You know, you’re not really helping with this whole building trust during my fragile mental state if you insist on lying to me.” Kayla sighed with mock seriousness.

“If I were lying to you, that would be true. But, I’m not a spy, so wouldn’t I be destroying the trust to tell you I was?”

Kayla sat up a little straighter against the headboard and considered Nathan carefully through narrowed eyes. “You’re not a spy?”

“I’m not a spy.” He replied calmly.

Kayla smiled a hint of a smile that wasn’t quite hers, a mix of something between who she couldn’t remember who she was and who she was slowly becoming, that Nathan couldn’t quite properly place.  But then it was gone, and she sighed. “Fine. You’re not a spy.”

“Thank you.” They watched each other for a second longer, and then Kayla turned back to the movie, and Nathan followed suit.

A second later, so quietly Nathan wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to be heard, Kayla said his name.

“Hmm?” He responded, not looking away from the screen.

“We’re not just friends, are we?” She asked barely above a whisper.  He turned to look at her, but she didn’t look at him. And in the long moments of silence that followed, Nathan genuinely had no idea what to say.

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2014 in Kayla's Stories

 

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Fiction: Missing (277 words)

“I had a daughter,” he told her quietly, “She was beautiful. She looked just like her mother, but she was fierce like me.  She was tough. She fought.  There wasn’t anything she couldn’t bravely face.  She was a little too much like me, I think.  And that’s why she’s gone.  Her mother left when she was still young, and I did the best I could, but–yeah.  Just a little too much like me.  Her mother did name her after me, though.  Michael and Michaela.  I was Mike, she was Mikey.  We were–well, peas in a pod if you’ll allow the cliche.  She was so strong, I never thought I would have to live with out her.” He wiped the tears from his cheek.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You don’t need this.  I didn’t mean to go off like that.  But you wanted to know why I was so interested.” He gave her a weak smile.

“No. It’s good to hear.  Nice to know the Captain is human.” She grinned back.

“Do you remember anything about your father? Anything at all?” There was hope in his voice, although she wasn’t entirely sure why.

“No. Not a thing. I’m not even sure I have a family to remember at this point. ”

“Your poor father.” He frowned, “My sympathies go out to him.”

“I just wish–hope, I guess–that if I do have a father out there missing me, he knows somehow that I’m okay.  I know–it’s kind of silly…” She trailed off, feeling incredibly silly and entirely unsure of how to continue the thought.

“It’s a good thing to wish.  I hope so too, for both of your sake.”

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2014 in Kayla's Stories

 

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