A pencil hovers above a peice of notebook paper, three words, The Hawk Line, are written down the side. It shakes as if the holder is deciding what to write, before going down, hovering above the E in line, and then writing down a name, Ethan. It taps against the paper, as if it's owner is feeling frustrated for being unable to come up with anything else, then it freezes, and as the knuckles of the fist holding it turn white, the pencil snaps in half, dropping to the paper below, then laying there, lifeless.
The image disappears, replaced by a flash of bright light and the feeling of panic.
Christine Douglas sits up in her hospital not knowing what to make of the surroundings around her. A woman stands above her, "Christine honey," she says, "Are you all right?"
"What happened? Who are you?" Christine asks.
"You do remember me don't you?" the woman asks.
Christine thinks, but the woman's face draws a blank.
The lady's jaw drops, and after a moment of silence, she looks at Christine with her wide eyes, "Why, I'm your mother."
Christine meets the gaze of her eyes, but sees nothing familiar. "I don't know you."
"Nurse!" The woman calls out, and a nurse races into the room.
"What is it?" the nurse asks.
"I think my daughter has amnesia!" she cries out, choking back tears.
The nurse is silent, then moves towards the bed where Christine lies, "What is your name?"
"My name?" Christine asks, gazing into a space just beyond the nurse's head, "Chri- Chri- Chris?"
"Christine, you are Christine Douglas," says the nurse, and turning on her heel, she leaves the room.
Christine's mother sits on a chair across from the bed, her cell phone pressed against her ear, "Nathan, you'd better come here. Yes, the hospital. Yeah, the one on 284."
Just as she hangs up the phone, a doctor enters the room, and reaches out to touch Christine's head, "How do you feel?"
Christine stares at him blankly, and after a while she says, "I feel like a lousy daughter."
"Oh, don't worry about it," her mother says.
"Yes, your mom's got worrying down," the doctor says with a slight smile.
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Chapter Two
The bright light reappeared in Christine's mind, only this time she could see where it was coming from, a car, and again, the feeling of panic hit her, this time an overwhelming feeling, making her feel as if she had returned back to the time.
It was a dark blue pick up truck, with L.E.D lights, and they blinded her, all though for some reason she wasn't in full function anyway.
The car was shaking violently as she grabbed for the wheel, panicking and aiming to avoid collision, however she only managed to angle the car so that the driver's door was pointed towards the truck. The sound of metal against metal rose in her ears, getting louder, and louder still, and she screamed hoping to block it out. Then she was shaking, shaking and screaming.
"Christine!" a voice cried out, a man's voice.
What?" she said, startled, and she opened her eyes, to see a man about her age, standing above her, a finger held up to his lips.
"You're going to wake the whole neighborhood!" he said.
"I- I'm sorry," she said, sitting up, and taking note of her surroundings, a small room, freshly painted, with a single bed, and about three dressers.
"Do you remember me?' he asked, a shy smile on his face.
Christine closed her eyes, racking her brain for something, but found nothing. She looked up at him, shaking her head.
