An Unforgotten Past ~ Chapter 1
A Young Girl returns from being the world's top Assassin to her old life desperately trying to forget the pain and heartache of her past.....until her past comes back with a vengeance
Deep Breaths, Deep Breaths, I inhaled deeply and exhaled with an audible sigh. This really shouldn't be such an issue, I mean I've only been gone from my normal life for a mere....3 years. But that is no reason to panic that it won't go well....I mean for god's sake! I've killed 37 people over the last 3 years, walked naked through a jungle fought a live animal lost the-No! No! I can't think about that, ok deep breaths deep breaths, I can do this, i can do this........ I remembered my homecoming just last night when I had finally made it back home:
With bated breath i knock on my front door noticing that not much has changed since i had last been here. I still thanked my lucky stars that the agency hadn't discovered the location of my family, if they had they would have killed them all when they recruited me. I shuddered at the memory, their methods of recruition were....horrific to say the least. The sound of the door opening brought me out of my revere as I stared at the woman in front of me....my mother. She had longer hair that I remembered but still that same blonde color which I always used to identify her by, other than the length of her hair she hadn't changed much, a few more frown lines and an even more tanned face. She was still pretty even for a woman of 50, with an audible swallow I found my voice.
"Um...Hi....uh...I'm.." Before I could even finish though she had launched herself through the doorway and was hugging me tightly, I felt the familiar prickle of tears behind my eyes I had cried myself to sleep every night for the last month. As I struggled to make my way back from the Agency and come to grips with- no, no I can't think about that. I heard a scuffle behind me and saw my brothers and father standing in the doorway looking as though they had just seen a miracle-which considering the Agencies Security wasn't far from the truth-with a cry I threw myself at them with my mother still attached. For an hour we just sat there on our doorstep hugging and weeping, I was so, so happy to be home.
I shook my head and prepared myself, I could do this....what was walking into my school compared with the many horrors I had witnessed? What was a few steps compared with the loss i had felt when Ma-I shook my head again, my memories were becoming taxing on my body and mind, not to mention the night mares...
A screech from behind me heralded the arrival of one of the school buses, I was now in Year 10 and i set about trying to recognize the people traipsing off the bus. I couldn't identify any of them, so with a sigh I trudged toward the main office to sign myself in. When i did so, however I did not expect the office lady to exclaim in shock and start breaking down in tears. Totally unprepared for this i had no idea what to do, she was attempting to say something that i could understand only because of my training in deciphering the pain filled messages of torture victims.
Before I knew what was happening a heavy missile had collided with me and enveloped me in a huge hug. I looked down and recognized the face of my previous best friend in all the world Sara Jon. She was screaming hysterically about me being back from the dead, (since that was where everyone assumed I was) and soon I was enveloped in hug containing more bodies than before. I recognized the faces of my old friends and felt the familiar prickle behind my eyes but refused to let the tears spill over. Soon the office was filled with the shocked faces of my old classmates-and some new ones too-all staring at me gob smacked. When the initial shock had worn off the questions started; Where had I been? What happened to me? Why didn't I contact anyone? Eventually when the questions stopped I supplied them with a story I had been concocting over the last month. Being an expert liar helped dramatically and eventually everyone believed my story about how I had been abducted and taken to Africa (this was true) and kept against my will until I was able to escape. I didn't mention the finer details, or just how hard it had really been to escape, instead I feigned that the ordeal was too traumatic to talk about.
Though they still had questions burning in their eyes everyone seemed to believe the story, and I was relieved that they bought it so easily. I was not ready to relive the horrors of my past yet, and knew that with every bone in my body I would fight the truth of my years in the Agency. And would never let anyone know the truth, I didn't realize at the time however that my past was already looking for me.
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Hey! So this is my first ever Buzzle article and I would love feedback! I know it's not very interesting but the next chapter should be more interesting, I just had to set the scene first!
XOX HD
With bated breath i knock on my front door noticing that not much has changed since i had last been here. I still thanked my lucky stars that the agency hadn't discovered the location of my family, if they had they would have killed them all when they recruited me. I shuddered at the memory, their methods of recruition were....horrific to say the least. The sound of the door opening brought me out of my revere as I stared at the woman in front of me....my mother. She had longer hair that I remembered but still that same blonde color which I always used to identify her by, other than the length of her hair she hadn't changed much, a few more frown lines and an even more tanned face. She was still pretty even for a woman of 50, with an audible swallow I found my voice.
"Um...Hi....uh...I'm.." Before I could even finish though she had launched herself through the doorway and was hugging me tightly, I felt the familiar prickle of tears behind my eyes I had cried myself to sleep every night for the last month. As I struggled to make my way back from the Agency and come to grips with- no, no I can't think about that. I heard a scuffle behind me and saw my brothers and father standing in the doorway looking as though they had just seen a miracle-which considering the Agencies Security wasn't far from the truth-with a cry I threw myself at them with my mother still attached. For an hour we just sat there on our doorstep hugging and weeping, I was so, so happy to be home.
I shook my head and prepared myself, I could do this....what was walking into my school compared with the many horrors I had witnessed? What was a few steps compared with the loss i had felt when Ma-I shook my head again, my memories were becoming taxing on my body and mind, not to mention the night mares...
A screech from behind me heralded the arrival of one of the school buses, I was now in Year 10 and i set about trying to recognize the people traipsing off the bus. I couldn't identify any of them, so with a sigh I trudged toward the main office to sign myself in. When i did so, however I did not expect the office lady to exclaim in shock and start breaking down in tears. Totally unprepared for this i had no idea what to do, she was attempting to say something that i could understand only because of my training in deciphering the pain filled messages of torture victims.
Before I knew what was happening a heavy missile had collided with me and enveloped me in a huge hug. I looked down and recognized the face of my previous best friend in all the world Sara Jon. She was screaming hysterically about me being back from the dead, (since that was where everyone assumed I was) and soon I was enveloped in hug containing more bodies than before. I recognized the faces of my old friends and felt the familiar prickle behind my eyes but refused to let the tears spill over. Soon the office was filled with the shocked faces of my old classmates-and some new ones too-all staring at me gob smacked. When the initial shock had worn off the questions started; Where had I been? What happened to me? Why didn't I contact anyone? Eventually when the questions stopped I supplied them with a story I had been concocting over the last month. Being an expert liar helped dramatically and eventually everyone believed my story about how I had been abducted and taken to Africa (this was true) and kept against my will until I was able to escape. I didn't mention the finer details, or just how hard it had really been to escape, instead I feigned that the ordeal was too traumatic to talk about.
Though they still had questions burning in their eyes everyone seemed to believe the story, and I was relieved that they bought it so easily. I was not ready to relive the horrors of my past yet, and knew that with every bone in my body I would fight the truth of my years in the Agency. And would never let anyone know the truth, I didn't realize at the time however that my past was already looking for me.
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Hey! So this is my first ever Buzzle article and I would love feedback! I know it's not very interesting but the next chapter should be more interesting, I just had to set the scene first!
XOX HD
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