Not To Be Forgotten- Chapter 1- Scar
I do not remember how the cut on my neck got there. The skin has not quite grown back together and it still has purple lining the edges. It must only be about a week old, it will surely scar.
The bathroom door opened and a girl walked into a stall behind me, making me realize I was still in the library’s bathroom. I also realized I didn’t remember why; or how I got here. I was lucky I could remember my name. Madeline. Madeline Rune. Maddie. Slowly, I started to feel a little more myself. I gathered my things and left the bathroom. I weaved my way through the library almost blindly. I knew it well. Something kept rubbing against my wrist and I had just enough time to look down and realize it was a hospital bracelet before I slammed right into a body and my bag went flying, along with it’s contents.
“Shit. I am so sorry, I walked right into you,” I said as I bent down to collect my things. A pair of hands went for my bag and picked it up.
“No worries, I was kind of in your way.” I looked up to see the source of the voice. My stomach dropped. He was about 2 inches taller than me with broad shoulders and a handsome face. But that’s not why my stomach kept twirling. There was something so familiar about him but I couldn’t place it. He handed the bag out to me.
“Do you have everything?” he said, while his eyes scanned the floor carefully for anything I missed. There was a hopeful look in his eye. My body was trying to tell me something. Whether to flee or stay I couldn’t really tell. I took the bag from him and noticed three long scratch marks on his forearm. It looked like someone had raked their fingernails down his arm. I decided I was not myself enough to try and talk to strangers, let alone this one. I quickly thanked him and made my way out of the library, I felt like his eyes watch me the whole way out.