His eyes open. When the haze clears, he sees an oak ceiling, a vase of white tulips. Warm light seeps through a white linen curtain and helps to warm the thick quilt covering him. Family pictures and childhood drawings are set in thick wooden frames across the room. He sees a woman. She’s got soft wrinkles and thin blond hair that falls gently on her shoulders. She’s sleeping, hunched over in a chair with her shoulders on his bed and her head held in her hands. He doesn’t know the woman. He doesn’t know himself. Who is he? Panic sets in as words try to tumble out of cracked lips. A painful whisper rises from his throat, desperate to wake the woman next to him. She wakes with a start and quickly hands him a glass of water from the nightstand. Thankful, he gulps down the water that seems to give him some clarity. 546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqyoxgmZ5Za
“Excuse me miss, who are you?” he asks politely.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSGkso22OA
“Well honey, I’m your mother. Do you not remember?” she asks with a look of surprise.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVGwlZistc
“Who am I? What’s my name? Where am I? I don’t know what's happening-”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEx0ky2zLv
She interrupts him with a smile, “Don’t worry honey, you’re at home in your bedroom, your name’s Zak, you are my son, as I've already told you.”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3RgmY8XyF
“How don’t you remember?!?”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdnPnwMcHZ
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Zak. Zak. It feels familiar. He says it, wanting to feel his mouth form the word. Yes, that’s right; I know that's right, He thinks to himself. It comforts him to remember some part of himself through the fog in his mind.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJzxqPOOnY
“How old am I, mother?” He asks.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEuhPWvizGB
“You’re thirteen.” She says. “Oh my, the doctors said that there might be some memory loss, but I didn’t think it would affect you to this extent. It’s early, but I’m going to go wake up your father.” She gets out of her chair and yawns as she walks out of the room and closes the door. 546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNwclALZZpM
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For some reason, he begins to panic again as the door closes. His brow furrows as he squeezes his eyes shut and hurriedly sucks in breaths. He doesn’t want to be left alone. He doesn’t want to be left alone where he’s lonely and afraid, and it’s so dark, so, so dark! He begins to shiver as goosebumps trail his skin. The blankets don’t feel warm anymore. All he wants is something to warm him up. It’s so cold he can’t stand it. Then it stops.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡph5hrzJD0x
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The warmth flows back into the room as mother and a scary looking man step quietly through the door and to his bed. Zak’s cheeks blush, his ears turn red. What just happened to me? He thinks but quickly regains his composure for the man next to him. He sits stiffly on his stool, his stance disciplined, important. The man has broad shoulders and a thick neck, leading to a sharp jawline as well as had eyes like coal. He was hard to read. The boy wonders how he could ever reach past those eyes. The man stares at Zak with eyes that could kill if they wanted to. Instead, the man’s gaze softens as a small smile that puts crow’s feet on the corners of his eyes. 546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1J9pTilBW
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“Dad!” Zak exclaims as he jumps up to hug the man. His father brings his arms up to meet him and yawns loudly. 546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPNGib1G2c
“Couldn’t you wake up a little earlier?” He yawns.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4GmrlSVJr
“I remember you!” Zak says.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ79FmlFtFe7
“What’s that supposed to mean?”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwh9f83wJ6G
“How come I can remember you but not mother?”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8g4CZynUn
Momentarily, the smile drops from his father’s face. A new one forms, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsnJn4C2ZC
“It’ll come to you eventually, I’m sure” he concludes. “How about some breakfast? Does an omelette work for you, son?”546Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5fMTss2yBt
Zak smiles, “Perfect. Just what I wanted.”
