Seven winds street

The cold of the sidewalk under my skin made me wake up startled. My hair was matted and my body was full of scrapes I couldn't remember. I had a throbbing headache that prevented me from thinking.

I opened my eyes slowly to get used to the light. I looked around, searching for something familiar, but found nothing. On this street there were two bakeries, a studio, a school, I could observe them closely. But nothing seemed familiar, my brain was completely shut down. People walked quickly through the street.

“What's the matter, miss?” asked a voice behind me.

Next to me stood a man in a blue uniform, looking at me seriously. I didn't know what he was going to do with me, so I kept quiet.

“Give me your identification card.” he ordered in a stern tone.

I had no idea what he was trying to tell me. I shook my head to show him that I had no ID.

“What is your name?” he asked again, with less and less patience.

I couldn't even remember my name, and that scared me too much, I ran with as much strength as my battered feet would give. I didn't get very far and fell halfway down because of a crack in the road. I looked at the sign that said the name of the neighborhood, and it seemed strange to me because it said "Street of the Seven Winds".

It was a strange name, the number seven triggered an uneasiness in me, and a shiver came over me at the thought of it.

“Are you crazy?” asked a girl who was sitting reading on the wall of one of the houses.

I turned around to see if the man was following me, and I was right, the man in the blue uniform came with a woman dressed the same way. The woman pounced on me and put handcuffs on my wrists.

“We'll go to a police station.” the woman said, looking at her partner with concern. “She might be a victim of a crime who is in shock. We need to accompany her to find her relatives.” she started talking on the phone or something, which I couldn't see very well. “Here in SEVEN WINDS STREET, yes, we're going to take a woman of about twenty to thirty years old to the nearest police station. The woman is in shock, has no identification and looks injured. We'll try to find her family as soon as possible.”

Family, seven, those two words she said echoed in my head, and an image came back to me. It was a light brown she-wolf fighting others, too many to win. Another young girl grabbing me by the arm to escape. That was all I remembered, it didn't stay long, no more than an image. But something was clear, the room was stained with blood everywhere.

“Stand up, miss.” The uniformed man began to say.

I obeyed, because I didn't want to have more problems. My whole body was aching and I could hardly walk after the fall. Without protesting, I got into the car and watched everything around me with great attention.

I didn't know why, but everything seemed strange to me, as if I had never been in this world before. Everything looked older, more worn, as if it didn't shine. I was afraid of getting hurt wherever they took me.

We reached a two-story building where they made me go down the stairs without releasing me from the handcuffs. Inside, the woman let go of me and held out a steaming cup.

“This is coffee, don't worry. You can drink it.” He said in a friendlier voice. “I'm sorry I brought you in handcuffs, but victims can run away without looking where they're going and get run over. That happens a lot, and we didn't want to risk it.”

The two uniforms stood there watching me. I took the cup in my hands and drank. It was a pleasant, sweet taste, something that made me feel better. I closed my eyes as I calmed down and my heart slowed down.

“Thanks.” I said with difficulty, my head still aching a lot.

They poured me three more cups of coffee until I could keep talking. I had no answers for them, no ID and no name. They said they'd check the systems, but when they came back from their investigation, they had no answers either.

“Then you have to do a sweep.” Heard the other man say. “She needs to get help, she looks badly hurt. She needs to be taken to a hospital and to a relocation center.”

The following days were so confusing, the kindness of these people brought me to the place they called hospital where they treated my wounds and gave me medicine. I didn't possess any of what they called money.

When I was released from the hospital, I found myself on the street without a penny to buy food. I looked at the sky while my stomach growled. I was walking around, concentrating on finding a solution, when I tripped and fell to the ground.

Someone had bumped into me, someone else who was in a hurry. I groaned and rubbed my bruised knees.

The man stepped back and held out his hand to me.

“I'm so sorry. Is everything all right with you?” he asked, his voice calm.

When I looked at him I was amazed, I had never seen anyone so attractive. His face was perfect in its entirety. His walk was imposing, as if he were a deity. It was nice to see him, even though I didn't know him at all.

“I guess I don't know who I'm.” Said I smiling, I blushed.

“That's a doubt we all have. He had a good sense of humor," he replied.

“Forgive me, I didn't see where I was going. Say, can I give you a ride somewhere? I'll be in my car.”

When I heard him say that, I was completely out of my mind, I was shaking from head to toe just because he was talking. He was so handsome, and he made me lose my mind. As if it was a joke in bad taste, my stomach growled, causing me great embarrassment.

“Then I'll take you out to dinner, beautiful.” He said with a smile, the situation had amused him a lot.

I took a sideways glance at the parked vehicle, a luxury car that looked vaguely familiar. I had a feeling that I couldn't pigeonhole as good or bad. Hunger was the strongest thing, so I got into the car without thinking about it. I had nothing to lose anyway.