Taken

I remember...

Bruises.
Cuts.
Scars.
His body was covered. He laid in blood.
Not his own.
He woke up and cringed as he felt the heat of the sickening, red liquid against his face. Sitting up straight, he attempted to figure out where he was.

With his sliced hand he reached out in front of him and touched the hard metal floor. He stood. He felt dizzy and almost toppled over. A sudden light burnt his eyes. He covered them so they could adjust to the brightness.  He looked down at the floor. He noticed a hand. His gaze followed the flesh colour until he discovered a dead body next to him.

His eyes widened. Her hair was black and curled. Her face was lifeless and bare. She was short, maybe 5ft 1. She looked young, around 15. Such a waste of a life. He told himself to wake up, but he couldn't awaken from reality.

He felt something tug his shirt. He turned around quickly, his heart pounding. A little girl stood next to him.

"What happened?" She whispered, grabbing his hand. Tears formed in her eyes. She was so young and unusually skinny.

"I... I don't know..." She looked up from the body to him.

"What's your name?" She asked.
"Finley," he responded bluntly looking down at her.

"I'm Eden," she said looking back at the body.

"How old are you?" He questioned, slightly interested.

"nine... How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Both of them heard the sound of a door. It creaked and then made a loud bang. More light filtered in and shadows of heavy armour and guns cast upon the floor.
"Police! We're here to help."

Two days later

"So you have no memory of anything that happened before you woke up?" an investigator asked.

"That is correct," Finley responded.

"You have no idea who you are?"

"That is correct. All I remember is my name, my age, and my birthday."

"Can you please tell me those three things?"

"Finley, aged 17, born on March 7th."

"Okay. Who is the girl?"

"I don't know."

"Alright. That is all."

One year later.

"Eden!" Finley yelled from downstairs. They had been living together because investigators thought it would be best: he was the first person Eden remembered, and it was the same case for Finley.

"Yeah?" She yelled back, coming to the top of the stairs so she could see Finley.

"Come down stairs a minute; I want to talk to you," he explained.

"Alright," she sighed making her way downstairs.

"Come into the kitchen please," Finley asked walking into the kitchen himself.

Eden walked in and sat down as Finley stood, looking at the floor, chewing the inside of his mouth, which was a nervous habit.

"Right, so... You're going to have to start school," he winced looking up at her. She let out a loud sigh.

"Why?" she whined, rolling her eyes.

"I think it would be healthy for you to make friends." Finley smiled. They had a brother/sister relationship. They looked out for each other, they stood by each other and they bonded more and more as time went on. He loved her like a little sister, and she looked up to him like an older brother.

"Finn... You're all the friends I need," she giggled. Finley laughed.

"Friends your own age," he chuckled. "But, obviously, there will be rules. Certain things you can't talk about.

"Finley?" she asked, "Since the day we found each other, I can't stop thinking about her. About what happened to her."

"Eden... I'm sorry you've been through this. But so have I. I know it's hard, but no one could help what happened." Eden hugged him close and cried into his chest.

"Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"You promise you won't tell police?"

"Yeah..." He grew nervous to hear what she was going to say. He knew she was nervous because she had begun to bite her fingernails.
"I remember..."