My eyes couldnt figure out the center of attention as my eyes skimmed past the neighborhood rapidly that I couldnt focus on a specific object. My vision enhanced steadily, even each tick of the second my body aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. As I gradually came to my senses I could feel my pulse thumping in my ears.
It took me a second to grasp that I was recumbent by the road,in the dull night.
What time was it? The piercing cold was unforgiving. I had a leather jacket on, but my legs were stagnant, frozen. Should not have worn shorts! I was besmeared with dust. Which persuaded me to ponder how long I had been here. Wait,Where am I?How did I get here?Wait. WHO AM I?
I was unable to remember my name. I scrutinized my head for concussions but It seemed fine. Then how did this happen?Drugs? Clordiazepoxide? How did I know that word? I checked my arms for punctures.
Nothing. Am I a drug addict or was this done to me? I stood up and looked at my body. I wasnt too young. I checked my pockets, found a pochette in it. There was little money, some coins and a parking ticket. Titled October 26,2002,Berlin. I turned the ticket over and found a number scribbled on it. The highway seemed desolate. Not a single vehicle? In Berlin?How was that possible?
I began walking and I spotted a super store. I hastened my strode pulling my jacket closer into a tighter hug and clenched my teeth .The pain grew slowly. I reached the store and decided I needed to drink something at least. I walked in and I saw a old woman behind the counter. I greeted her. Can I use the restroom?I requested. Ill buy water and some food I smiled, not for free. She pointed her wizened finger towards the back of the store . I hurtled into the room,locked myself in and threw a glimpse towards the mirror.
I had no idea whose face was it. I examined rest of my body and I looked fine. Good! I cleansed myself and walked out ignoring the old woman. I walked into an aisle and picked up some water,some painkillers and a scarf. I paid her and I asked her avoiding eye contact- How far is Berlin? 12 kilometers Why is the highway so deserted? I questionedThe government is busting drug rackets, arresting a bunch of dealers and murderers around the city Alright.
I exited the store and saw a telephone booth right outside. I pulled out the ticket with a number and entered. I dialed the number slowly. I was alarmed by the ring. I was seeking for some answers now. Hello ? said a voice in English, my mouth unhinged from my senses. Whos this?It was a male voice. I had no idea what to say. Who the hell is this?! Then I said the only word that I knew that night. chlordiazepoxide. All I heard was silence from the other side. A truck passed by. Where are you?the voice questioned. I have no clue I said. Im sorry all of this went wronghe said. What do I do now?I asked. There was an awkward silence. Go to base and we will figure this out he spoke so fast I have to go now,Theyre hunting us down. WAIT! All I heard was a click. I walked out ,infuriated. The old ladys statements related to drugs struck me.
I darted back into the store. I heard police sirens. I looked back and saw three police cars speed past me. I entered the store and saw that the old lady was staring at the television screen. A story on the drug racket was being broadcast. A plastic surgeon had been arrested for apparently helping criminals change their appearances and identities. Turn it off I said. I remembered who I was. Changed appearance. Drug induced amnesia. I had to close a chapter of my life that might destroy me. But it clung to me like a sickness. The next story was being broadcast now. The police had found the corpse of a teenage girl in the outskirts of Berlin. Her clothes were missing. She was last seen wearing a black jacket and white shorts. The old ladys scared little eyes swiftly examined me. Looking at my Black jacket and my white shorts.
Never leave a trace. I picked up a butchers knife from the stand and looked her in the eye. Im sorry I bowed. She opened her mouth to scream but it never left her throat. I wiped the blood off the knife. I looked back at her lying in the pool of blood and quickly turned away. I had to get back to base. I had business to take care of.