TRUST ME By Aeris->lucky.violet@mailcity.com I'm sorry, people! If I've been creating too much characters, I'm sorry. But you hafta understand! Am I forgiven? ********************************************************************** SEVEN ********************************************************************** There he was again, at the halls leading to her room. He was standing against the wall, leaning on the windowpane. Praying, wishing, regretting. Why did it have to happen this way? She was lost again, and this time perhaps forever. Forever... He winced at that word... It used to be a word of magic, a word of special meaning. It has always made him smile, his spirit fly, his heart soar. Now, it seems to be the other way around. "She doesn't remember anything," Teresa had said. "Anything at all. Her past life, her present one, her mother, her new parents, Mina, her other friends... Even me. Maybe even you." That hurt. That hurt a lot. It caused a deep wound in his heart, one that may cease to ever heal. When you thought you had it back... "I see." The woman behind the desk stared hard at the man before him. "Are you sure of these facts?" The man nodded. "If my words are not enough, my record proves otherwise. You don't believe in me? I don't care. All I need is the money." The woman studied him. He was short, stout, and peculiar but not given much notice, except for those who are in the Golden Circle, the elite society. He was a known detective, only to those who have lots of money, and very amusing reasons to hire him: adulterating spouses, unsuspecting lovers, and unaware betrayers. He was very good in his job, and was highly paid. And he did have a clean reputation. After quite a while, the Heidi has come to a decision. "Here's a couple thousand dollars. But I also want to know the chances of her survival." The man nodded. "As you wish." He began to leave. "Bray." He turned around. "Good luck." Peter Bray examined her warily, then fled the room. An hour later, cancer-ill Jody Wells died. It happened three years before, when Heidi Russell has had a relationship with twenty years older Gregory Wells. His wife, Jody, found out and tried to get her to court. The trip never came. After her death, Gregory and Heidi married. Two months later, the owner of Wells Food Manufacturers was assassinated. The company closed while all the money went to Heidi's personal account. That was how Peter Bray came to know Heidi Wells, a woman of desire and deceit. Wise and cunning. Temptation, and happiness, in one. If Peter weren't as knowledgeable about the people of the circle and careful about his employers, even he would have fallen into her web. But it wasn't the last time that they were to cross paths. "Teresa Tsukino-Watson," Heidi said. "I want this person watched over, and studied. My reasons are to be kept secret, even from you." "I'm a professional man, Heidi Russell," Peter Bray cut in. It was their second negotiation. "I don't have to know why. I just have to do what I'm supposed to." For a while, Heidi was stunned for a moment there, but after that, she smiled at his bluntness. "Thank you, Peter. Now, since we've made things clear for each other, you are dismissed." Peter Bray was curious, and he couldn't help it. By noon, he had found out what made him uneasy for the past hours: Heidi had remarried, now legally named Tiff Watson, and her husband was divorced to his target. However, as a new revelation opened up, a new mystery popped into the detective's mind: Since Heidi - err, Tiff's husband is already divorced to this Teresa, what does she want with her? In the hospital room no. 414, silence hovered over Serena and Teresa. They could not talk to each other, since Serena doesn't remember anything at all. They just sat in their places and watched the television. Suddenly there was the news flash: "As we all know, two days ago, a terrible tragedy has come to our beloved teen idol Bun - " Teresa quickly shut off the television. Serena gaped at her. Teresa opened her mouth to make up some alibi, when someone knocked on the door. It was Dr. Watson. "Um, excuse me, but I need to discuss something very important to you," he said, quite uncomfortably. They slid out of the room, and then stood a bit down the hall, unable to get down to business quickly because of the personal past between them. Until Teresa was annoyed. "If you wanna say something to me, you better start right away." A slight hint of red stained Cloud's cheeks. "Uh, Tori, I have to explain something to you about your, uh, cousin's condition..." "Go on." Cloud took a deep breath, then started. "Your cousin, as we are very much aware of, has amnesia. There are two kinds of amnesia, and hers is most probably the first one wherein the patient takes time - perhaps a very long one - to remember anything. It is best not to rush things. If you told her the truth right away, it might get very dangerous." "I understand." "You cannot tell her anything about her past. You have to let her discover it herself. If you do..." "I get your point. Is that it?" "Yes." "Very well. Maybe we'll see each other when she progresses?" "We should. I can't bear this waiting. In fact, if you hadn't come, I would've told her everything by now." Cloud smiled. "Then I'm glad I did. Goodbye, Tori." "Goodbye." Meanwhile, Seiya slid into Serena's room. When Serena saw him, she was very much surprised. "Who are you?" "It's Seiya, darling. Don't you remember?" Serena bit her lip and her eyes began to fill with water. "No," she said curtly. "Oh, the poor thing. Let me hug you." She looked at him with much doubt in her eyes. "Are you allowed to?" Seiya nodded. "Trust me." And Serena did, allowing him to embrace her tight. When Seiya released her, he asked. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" Serena shook her head. "Nothing. The only thing I know is that my name's Serena, and I wasn't even the one who knew that." She looked at him hopefully. "Would you tell me who I am?" *********************************************************************** Sorry if it's short! My midterms are coming up and I just had to study! To tell you the truth, I just sneaked around to get this finished. Now tell me what you think. It's lucky.violet@mailcity.com, okay? Thanks a lot, and bye now!