Chronicles of an Amnesiac

Chronicles of an Amnesiac Copyright ©  2019 InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form of by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner. All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Cover Art by InamorataFeels.    Tiana for the life of her can't remember anything, not even her family. Then the family set out to find an antidote for her amnesia. . . or so it seems   Then again a lot of things are bothering her, she has the strong onus that there's something crucial she should remember, but, like the rest of her memories, it refuses to come back to h

It was wake up time, because the alarm the older woman put on the stand in my box was making the most dreadful of noises. I yawned, rubbed at my eyes and kicked the contraption down.  It stopped making noises. Good thing she'd showed me how it worked or I'd have been scared out of my skin.I got down from the sleeping place just as the cover opened. A girl popped her head around it, then her whole body appeared. I remembered her from early yesterday as the-girl-who-was-my-sister. This was my third time of seeing her.'Wakie, wakie,' she said as though serenading. She had on the brightest smile I'd seen.'What are you called?' I asked the question that seemed more important to me. I didn't want to make the mistake of calling her her given nickname like I'd done to the-boy-who — Howard.She seemed taken aback and an expression passed over her face and was quickly gone. But I'd noticed it. Thinking of it, I would

I came to with the feeling that I was being watched. My flesh itched from the stares — I was certain it was more than one. Overcoming the urge to keep my eyes closed, I looked into a pair of glass eyes. Frightened, I sat up quickly and winced when pain exploded from all over my body. I felt slightly weak and my vision was distorted for a few seconds before everything took shape accompanied by a dull throb at a side of my head.'She's up,' the-man-with-glass-eyes said.I frowned as another glass eyes came into view, then the older man and two other strange people.'How do you feel?' the-man-with-huge-glass-eyes asked.I looked at their faces one by one. I must be wrong but they all had their faces contorted in trepidation, fear, as though they were waiting to hear the worst from me. Suddenly I felt like a specimen undergoing diagnostic analysis.'Do you remember anything?' some