Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Answers & Bearings
"What the hell?" Austin said aloud, but he'd already come with a theory, by this time, for what was happening to him.
To prove it, Austin tried to remember who he was before he woke up here moments ago. He tried to remember what day of the week it was and where exactly he was, but it resulted in the same results: High pitched ringing in the ears, lightheadedness and the world's grandest migraine. And, as he tried more and more. His ears beginning to bleed and his migraine, excruciating, he had come to the conclusion he'd suspected: Someone or something was preventing him from remembering his past.
Eventually, Austin's eyes had completely adjusted, and he walked over to the mirror above the sink where he looked at his reflection through the dirty cracked, messed up glass. Staring back at him was a teenage boy, 15 years or so of age, with hazel blue-green-speckled eyes and an averagely built form, his skin peanut butter and caramel shade much fairer than coffee bean but deeper than caucasian. He wore a long sleeve grey plain shirt, a pair of grey, plain pants and a pair of matching socks; no shoes. He did have on a grey jacket that matched his shirt and pants, but there was an owl's emblem in the back - And, though he couldn't figure out why he had such a crest on his back, Austin decided to think more on the why this crest was imprinted in black on the back of his jacket later. Austin - the boy in the mirror before him - had wavy brown hair, the hue of milk chocolate and a lost expression on his face.
Around his neck, he wore a silver pendant of an owl, the owl which is the size of a rectangular pink eraser; while he had no idea why he was wearing it, he clutched the owl on the pendant tight and tentatively, as a wave of pain and grief washed over him the way muscle memories would remember the pain from a past injury years ago 𑁋 It was like that except Austin's body seemed to be remembering the emotional pain of some distant memory instead of a physical memory. But when he tried to grasp for the source of the pain - the memory - it fled much too quickly, leaving Austin standing there, clutching the pendant tightly with no idea why it brought such emotions out of him.
Emotions changed suddenly, Austin's attention had been caught by something lying on the floor 𑁋 Something that wasn't previously there when he had first taken count of his environment.
Gaze leaves the mirror, moving towards the thing on the floor, before eyeing his surroundings yet again just to be sure nobody was around - and that there wasn't a way out - and, for both, there wasn't.
Suddenly, something else caught Austin's attention - Just by where the mirror - Something else that was definitely not there a moment ago. A pair of plain black combat boots; when he tried them on, he saw that they fitted perfectly. This made him feel like he wasn't alone. 'Surely those shoes weren't there before, when he was just over there, staring at the mirror, right?' he thought, also wondering why - and how - whoever sent them had his exact shoe size. 'What the hell is going on?' And the brown leatherbound journal with the simple pair of pens only made the feeling of him being watched that more creepy and unsettling.
These questions were just the tip of the iceberg of questions swarming through his head. As he finished tying the laces of his new footwear, sitting down at the same spot he'd first woken up in, he couldn't seem to help his mind's endless floodings of questions: Where was he? Why didn't he have any memories of coming here and especially no memories of his past or who he is? What the HELL is here, anyways? And what did all this even mean? Austin's mind was a wild forest fire of questions and not enough emergency helicopters had buckets of answers to put out the flames - Or, honestly, there any answers to help him out.
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