Missing Pages

Headaches

Chapter 7 - Ageha

A kind hand on my face... A gentle touch in my forehead... Blushing finger in my skin.

I could still feel it when I open my eyes at the same time that my room door was unlocked.

"Did you wake up already?" Samantha asked me, entering the room.

A bowl of water in her hands, along with a washcloth on her shoulder, similar to the one that I could feel be resting on my forehead.

"Was it just another dream?" I thought to myself about the feeling that I had, making me think that he was here too.  

... Yet only my cousin and I were in the room...

"... ha... Ageha. Can you hear me? Or are you sleeping with your eyes open?" Sam called me, but only then I did realize how lost I was in my thoughts. "Gosh, you've never done anything like that in the past. Is it something caused by the curse too?"

"... Curse? Which curse?" I asked her back, however, from the way she stared at me, it looked like it wasn't something I could have heard about.

"None, it was just me talking rubbish." Changing the subject, she said, removing the cloth from my forehead, and replacing it with the one she had just brought, wetting it with fresh water. "But are you still feeling bad? Do you want to go to the hospital? I can call uncle, and I asked him to meet us there."

Somehow, that woman before me was more similar to the child that I saw in my memories than the one I met a few days ago.

"No, this is not needed," I told her, sitting on the bed, even though she told me to stay lying down. "I always get these headaches when I try to remember something, or better said this time, when I remember something."

"When do you remember something?" She asked me, confused, and I wasn't sure if my cousin knew about the consequences of my accident from years ago.

... Did she think I was pretending not to know her?

"Yeah... Every time I try to remember something that happened before the accident I had when I was young, I end up having these headaches."

"Can't you remind about anything? About nothing from your childhood?" Still shocked, she asked, confirming again what I had just said. "I did know it had affected your connection with my uncle, and who you were, but I didn't know it had affected your memories either."

"Who I was?" I wondered, after hearing her say that.

What did Samantha mean by that? Had my personality changed after the accident?

Why had my mother never mentioned this before?

... So many questions that I didn't know the answer to, and they started to bring the headache back just by thinking about them...

But I decided to forget about them for now, and following Samantha's advice, I went back to sleep until dinner time, not imagining that she went to interrogate my father when he got home.

Asking him if my memories had been erased along with the truth about what I really was,... About what we were... About anything connected to the Supernatural world that we were part of... 

... It was something she would tell me later when my memories came back to me...

... Once more, I could feel the soft touch on my skin while I slept.

However, it didn't freak me out or scared me, as somehow, I believed those hands would protect me from anything or anyone who tried to hurt me again, even if the only person who could do that was no longer in this world...

And I don't even know how I knew it.