“Wake up…”, A faint voice spoke, “Wake up…Wake up…” The voice’s volume increased as the time went by. “Wake up…” The voice began to clarify, to the person who was listening, it sounded familiar, they just couldn’t quite place it. Everything was a blur, figuratively and literally. His eyelids began to part from each other. “Please, Josiah wake up!” There was that name. That name held value. The room finally began to piece itself together through the blurry visage of the half-conscious being. He attempted to part his lips, but his voice box simply wouldn’t work. A few choky gasps spurted from his throat, as a slightly blurred figure ran to embrace him. The touch too, was familiar. “My son! Josiah, I was so worried about you!”
“Mom?” Josiah spoke hesitantly. He took a second to try and process what was going on around him. “Mom…Mom…” His mind began to flash through memories of the soft sweet face that was pressed against his. The embrace brought him back through time, and gave him the same warmth he had felt six years before. “Mom!” He squeezed his mother tighter as a tear parted from his eyes.
“Finally,” Yuria Sinister began, “Finally you’re awake. Josiah, do you remember anything?” The youth brought a shaky hand up to his blonde head. His fingers ruffled through it, and to his surprise it felt fresh.
“No,” He spoke, “H-how long has it been?” Josiah’s blue eyes interlocked with his mother’s. Finally, the life had completely returned to his formerly still corpse.
“As funny as that is, I don’t think that’s accurate.”
“Josiah, turn around love.” The youth did so, and behind him was a calendar. To his surprise, Yuria was right. He shook in surprise, and attempted to pull himself to his feet. Yuria restrained him, and laid him down, as her way of telling him to relax.
“Mom, SIX YEARS. What the hell happened to me?” Josiah began to inspect his body, he looked down towards his right arm, and noticed that it was wrapped tightly. “And what happened to my arm?” The youth began to lift his appendage, before his mother quickly stopped him, and lowered the arm back to the ground. Her soft touch calmed his curiosity, and stopped his worries for a brief second. The room grew cold, and silent. It was as if all the air had been vacuumed out, and the two were only communicating mentally. A soft hand caressing his face allowed Josiah to reflect on every moment that he had ever felt his mother’s touch. His eyes closed for a moment. The blonde hybrid breathed deeply. A few footsteps broke the silence, and startled the party of two. Josiah’s eyes flew open and he sat up, despite his mother’s wishes. The youth would readied himself to defend her. The sound grew closer, and the oak wood boards creaked louder, and louder until a last toe tap stopped the pattern.
“Josiah,” A voice murmured.
“Who the hell are you?” Josiah snapped back.
“A friend.” The steps grew closer, and Yuria let a smile creep across her face slowly, as the vocal tones of the stranger, just brought his identity to light. He emerged from the shadows into the dimly lit room, and stood at the doorway.
“Jushin,” Yuria began, “How nice of you to come! See I told you he would wake up Jushin! I told you!” Yuria chuckled and wrapped her arms around the neck of her son yet again. This time her arms crushed the trachea of the teenager, and he used his free arm to separate her.
“Good God,” The youth began, “I understand you’re excited but if you choke me like that again I might not wake up. And still, I don’t know who this is.”
“Amnesia,” Jushin retorted, “After being out that long I don’t expect you to know exactly who I am. We just have to hope that your memory gets jogged here soon, because there is a lot I need to fill you in on.”
“Not yet Jushin,” stammered Mrs. Sinister, “he needs to get more rest. Look at him, he’s in no shape to even comprehend what’s going on.” Yuria rubbed her only child’s cheek and glanced into his slightly glazed pupils. She planted a kiss on his forehead, and stood to her feet after formerly being crouched down to the level of the bed.
“Listen Yuria, he’s been resting for six years now. I think we don’t waste any more of his life in that bed. The kid’s missed out on growing up. Come on, I won’t give him more than he can handle.” Jushin reached out his left hand to Josiah. “I’m one of your dad’s closest friends, hell I raised him. I’m Jushin, a resident of Silence City.” Something clicked within Josiah’s mind. His mental state took him to an out-of-body experience.
Soon memories flashed beyond his eyes at the speed of light, and suddenly he knew who he was speaking to. He sprang from the bed to find himself clad in nothing but boxers. With a glance down, he realized that things weren’t the same six years ago, to say the least. The blonde’s cheeks reddened as he placed two hands over his crotch, and slid across the wall.
“So,” Josiah began, “You all weren’t going to tell me I was naked this whole time! What the hell!” Jushin lost his composure. With a quick breath in he belted out a laugh from within the depths of his abdomen. His throat became dryer and dryer with each pump of joyful sound bursting from his body. Two hands covered his ribcage, to ease the slight pain of his wonderful joy. Yuria joined in, but in a much calmer manner. Her tiny lips parted to reveal pearly white teeth, which lightly pressed against each other, to conceal the sound of her laughter. One could tell that this was almost just as embarrassing for her. The room calmed.
“You’ve always been funny,” Jushin started, “Luckily nothing has changed. From that reaction it seems like you remember me. So, tell me, what else do you remember.” Josiah stuck his chin forward, and placed his left index finger right on the butt of it. He tapped lightly, and looked to the sky as if it were going to provide his answers.
“That’s a great question. I’m starting to remember certain things from when I was really young, but after that it’s kind of a blur. So, do you mind to tell me…” Josiah dropped his head and continued to tap his chin. He looked down to the ground, and felt his face get hot. “How the hell did I get knocked out for SIX YEARS!” Jushin’s eyes widened at the explosion of anger, and he held his hands up in surrender.
“I don’t think you’re ready for all of that right now. Because that also would explain why there’s only three total people in the room. I’ll tell you what, you get dressed, and we can talk about things on this walk. Surprisingly your muscles didn’t atrophy. I think I know why, but that’s also another thing to explain to you. Keep that wrap on your arm, you’re going to need it.”
Josiah turned towards his mother for approval, she nodded with a stern face. The blonde turned away slowly, and began to wander towards the doorway, close to Jushin. He soon realized that he had no memory of the house.
“Let me guess,” Jushin spat, “You have no idea where you’re at. Let me jog your memory. Sinister Island.” Josiah clutched his head as his mind began to race. The pain was crippling and sent him to the ground. Thoughts and memories of his childhood played through his head, and the sound of himself giggling at the age of six, echoed through is headspace. He began to pull himself back up as his mind slowed down.
“What,” The blonde began, “What did you do to me?” Jushin chuckled, and walked closer to his friend’s son.
“You’re not an average person. Your brain works a lot quicker than most, therefore when your memory is ‘jogged’, imagine the word sprinting instead. Not to mention that your brain hasn’t been exercised in so long. I’m surprised you remember how to speak, or walk. Something tells me the old noggin didn’t completely shut down. That’s special really.” Jushin placed a hand out for the youth to reach, and pull himself up with. Josiah glanced into Jushin’s eyes, before reluctantly taking his invitation. The two stood near each other in silence, as the youth looked around the room. He eventually took himself to his drawer, only to pick out a turquoise tee shirt. He lifted the shirt up, realizing that the fabric was way too small.
“Um,” Josiah began, “I think it’s time for me to go clothes shopping.” He giggled nervously before throwing the shirt back into the drawer unfolded. He slammed the white oak dresser drawer, and walked between the other two with his hands in the air. “I don’t know what to do.” Jushin walked away after holding his index finger up. The universal signal for, “wait”. He would walk back in a minute later, with his arms full. He tossed the garb to Josiah and glared at him.
“Take this. It’s your father’s gear. Hurry up, it’s about to get dark.” The youngest of the Sinister family inspected the clothing, and spread it out on the bed. Something about it was familiar, other than the fact that his father wore it. But this time his mind didn’t go into the “sprint”. He slipped the jeans on, along with the undershirt, and the leather jacket. His wrapped arm was a problem, but didn’t cause him any pain. Josiah finally decided to speak up.
“So, if my arm doesn’t hurt, what is this wrapped for? Was I trapped in a house fire?” Yuria’s face became grim as she turned away from the conversation. Jushin motioned for Josiah to leave with him.
“Goodnight Yuria. Take care, I’ll have him back at a decent hour.” Josiah trotted out of the room, and looked back at his mother. He could see the tears forming in her eyes, but it wasn’t something he was going to watch. Luckily, to his memory he had never seen her cry before, he left before that would change.
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