No One: Chapter 2

Sunlight washed over Katy’s face. She winced and turned over. Not having yet acquired the taste for sand, she got up and brushed herself off. The redundant sound of the waves crashing was more haunting to her today. Her life went on just like the waters reaching out to the shore over and over. It was just as pointless. “Am I glad to be alive?” she asked herself in her thoughts. “Yes, but it would help if I knew something!” Frustrated and hungry, she escaped from the beach and went back amongst the trees to look for food. Finding a blackberry patch, she indulged herself swiftly. Satisfied, but thirsty, she decided to go further into the brush to find water and escape from the oceanic sounds.

After pummeling through the green maze for an hour, she begin to hear something other than the crunch of her feet on the forest floor. It was the sound of moving water! Running, or her version of it, she scurried to the clearing on the left with what little strength she had. She knelt down, practically falling on purpose to scoop up the clear water. Katy’s gaze lifted high after she had a fair share.

“Beautiful,” she said aloud. There was a clear waterfall surrounded by rocky boulders. Resting in the sparkling water were myriads of smooth stones. She picked up an especially flat one and skipped it on the deepest part of the waters. She gasped as she realized the action was somehow significant. She closed her eyes and let the movement trigger her memory.

At some point in the past, she was in a lake; knee deep wearing a green retro style two piece bathing suit. A man came behind her, guiding her hand as he taught her how to skip a rock. The waterfall sounds in the memory and the sounds in the present combined until she opened her eyes.

It wasn’t this place that she recalled, but somewhere similar. She closed her eyes again and focused on the memory of the man’s face. He had a handsome face, but not clean-shaven. Tall, with broad shoulders and a steady chin that jutted out slightly, he was someone that could intimidate. But his eyes, surprisingly green yet hazel at the same time, were gentle and smiling. Katy gasped audibly. Her body had reacted from only the memory of this mystery man. She found herself smiling at the butterflies and warmth coming from her soul. Then confusion washed over her as her eyebrows pulled together. Either to clear her head or to wash the sand off, she threw off her outer clothes and leaped into the deep waters near the waterfall.

After diving deep to amuse herself with the sight of the various rocks, she came up for air and swam to the edge. Katy pulled her lean body up and out, her long golden blonde hair dripping around her. Peering back into the clear water as if it was a mirror, she untangled her hair with her fingers. A girl of around 20 looked back at her with round blue eyes and lips shaped in a bow. She recognized herself, but she didn’t know who she was, where she was from, or why she was here. It was an unsettling feeling.

All of a sudden, the man from her memories appeared in the water beside her reflection and said, “Katy, don’t worry. We’re in this thing together.” In shock, with wide open eyes, she ran all the way back to the beach without thinking about what she was doing. When she arrived, panting with hands on her knees, she realized a little late that it had just been another memory. Or so she thought.