My brother and I lost our memories when I was 14 years old, my brother is two years older than me.
Everything before that is blank for me; everything, except for her. My mother is the only piece of the past that hasn't faded, the only face I can still see in my mind is her.
I may not show it, but Andrew is the only person I trust in this broken world. He's more than just a brother; he's my only friend. We've fought side by side through hell to become the fighters we are today, and every battle only strengthens the bond between us.
But the most mysterious thing for now, is this necklace… I can't remember where it came from. Is it hers? Or did it just belong to someone else? I don't know. What I do know is that it feels important to me, like it's tied to something, or someone. Whatever its origin, I can't lose it. It's the only fragment of my past I have left and one day I'm sure I'll discover this mystery.
The morning started with loud shouts from the camp officials, echoing like alarms.
Andrew was up in a flash, rushing to the door. He opens it and asks, "What's going on?"
One of the officials replied urgently, "Emergency meeting. Everyone to the hall now."
Andrew shut the door and turned to me with a serious look. "Let's go Roy. It looks like something big is happening. What do you think?"
I grabbed my shoes and clothes and replied. "If we hurry, we'll know."