Forgetting the Murder

2: Amnesia

A smile forms on my face when I remember him. His touch on my face. His lips on mine. His hands wrapped around my waist. He was so perfect, or at least he was to me.

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The forest was very intimadating as the greenery loomed over my head. It was quite dark, the only light coming from the gaps in the trees. The leaves crunched under me as I walked, the only noise that could be heard.

As I was reaching a large clearing, I heard a loud groaning sound. It sounded like someone in pain. I raced towards the direction it came from, only to find a extremely handsome man lying near a large tree.

He had brown hair which was cut quite short. I couldn't see the colour of his eyes yet, as he had them closed. He was tall and muscular, with quite tan skin which made him look even better. I was instantly speechless by his appearence.

He groaned again and it snapped me out of my train of thought. I looked him over again, trying to find the problem. His cracked lips were parted as if he was trying to talk to me, but all he could do was groan in pain. I decided to talk first.

"Um, hi. Are you OK?" I asked. Stupid question.

"Where am I?" He replied, his deep voice echoing through the forest.

"Um... In a forest." I said, trying to stop myself from thinking about his looks.

He looked confused. "Who are you?" He asked me.

"My name is Abby. A-Abby W-Winston." I stuttered. "Who are you?"

He stayed silent for a minute, as if he was thinking about it. "I don't know. Who am I?"

I was shocked at his response. Who was he? Shouldn't he know? I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out if maybe he was just teasing me. Then he groaned in pain again and reached for his forehead. I pulled back his hair and saw a huge bump. Then it hit me.

He had amnesia.

How? I don't know. Why? I'm not sure either. All that matters is that he has forgotten everything about his life. I can only begin to imagine how horrible that would really be.

I looked around for some sort of identification for him. Eventually, I found a name tag tucked underneath his shirt. It read:

"Name: Zeke Riley

Age: 27

Occupation: Mechanic"

I went to get my mobile out of my pocket but I left it in my car, which was half a mile away. I couldn't leave him. Then he coughed, making me jump. I remembered then what he had asked me.

"Oh your name. Your name is Zeke Riley." I informed him.

His eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about what I said. Then he nodded, closing his eyes again. I noticed a phone lying beside his leg. I picked it up and decided to use it. Could it really be counted as stealing if I was saving his life? I'd give it back to him, anyway. So, technically, I'm just borrowing it. I phoned my sister, hoping I had dialed the right number.

"Hello?" It was nice hearing her familiar voice again.

"Emily! I need help! I don't know what to do! Help me!" I shouted, starting to hyperventilate.

"Calm down. What's wrong? Where are you?"

I explained the whole story to her, up to the present moment. She was silent on the other end, thinking it through. Finally she spoke,

"You are a twenty-four year old nurse in training and you don't know what to do?!"

"I never took the 'What To Do If You Find A Man With Amnesia Lying In A Deserted Forest' course!"

"Calm down. I'll take mum's car and come to collect you. Try to make your way out on to the main road. I'll be there as soon as possible."

After she hung up, I stared at Zeke for a while. How was I meant to get him all the way up to the main road?

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