Wednesday, 27 August 2008
03:11:57 AM (GMT)
Hi people. thanks for clicking this diary. I'm going to try writing a fantasy story
here on kupika, and, well this is it.
I suppose most people will find my story confusing. I'll try to write it out as
simply and accuratly as possible but that's a bit hard to do when you find your self
on a boat to who-knows-where surronded by complete strangers who claim to know you
without knowing for sure just who the heck you are. What I do know is that I'm a
girl, I have straight brown hair, and judging by my chest I guess I'm a teenager.
I'll be able to write more when I find a mirrow or some shiny surface on this boat.
And one more thing: when I woke up (more on that soon) I had this diary in my
possession. I figure I should mention that or else people might think I'm writing on
my hand or something. Or maybe not. For all I know not everyone is as clueless as I
Chapter one: Who knows.
You know how everyone has a pivitol moment? Like in one second your life
changes forever, no going back? Well I guess for me this must be that moment
because... I can't remember anything at all about my life before this instant. And I
think that makes this instant pretty darn important. I sat up quickly and took a look
around, taking stock of my surroundings. There was a little cot which for reasons un
known was nailed to the floor, and a small table also nailed down, and a dresser,
which was presumably nailed down but not as visably. The wall behind me was curved
slightly and only had one window, a small one, which showed nothing but a dismal grey
"okay, so I'm in a strange place, with no recolection of who I am... And I'm
talking to myself. Great. Just great, it seems I'm insan-"
At the sound of my voice, the door on one of the not-so-round-walls burst open
revealing a short chubby woman with curly grey hair and an apron. For reasons
undisclosed to me, when she saw that I was sitting up she started shrieking "She's
awake she's awake! Shesawakeshesawakeshesawaaaaaaaake!!!" at which point she seemed
to remember who she was talking about because she rushed to my side and started try
to hug me and put her hands on my forehead and things like that.
"Oh honey I'm just so happy! I thought I might never speak to you again! Well
not that I hadn't been speaking to you but you couldn't hear.... Could you?!" She
said, all in a very loud voice which made me wince a bit. The ground seemed to be
moving and between the shouting and that I was starting to get a head ache. But the
loud woman was looking at me so I figured I should say something to be polite.
"who are you?!" I said. So much for being polite. I guess it really must
have been rude because after looking at me in shock for a few seconds she burst into
tears and ran from the room. Which seemed to be a bit of an over reaction if you ask
me. Which left me sitting on the cot alone again. On second thought since I can't
remember anything maybe she knew me. But would she really burst into tears because I
couldn't remember her? I mean it's nothing personal, I don't even know who I
am, let alone anyone else. Come to think of it there's no reason to assume this is
anything but a kidknapping conspiracy. I mean I'm the girl siting in a room filled
with nailed down furniture with a round window to small to crawl out of. That reeks
of innocent victime to me. Wait am I even a girl? I should really check, that seems
But the door opened again and the loud woman was back crying on the shoulder of
a tall dark haired man in a grey suit. How anyone as short as the woman could even
reach the shoulder of a man that tall is beyond me. But maybe that doesn't say much
as my own name is beyond me too. Assuming of course that I have an official
name, which is debatable.
"Hello. Do you remember me?" said the man in the grey suit. Really what was with
these people and grey? The short woman had on a grey dress. The sheets on the bed are
grey... Where's the origanality?
"No. Should I?" I responded.
The man didn't answer my question. Instead he said "What's your name?"
After thinking for a minute I looked at him and said "Who knows?"
The woman started sobbing again.