An Excerpt from Remembering Jane – 2

Hours must have passed before I finally spotted help.  A police car sped by me, going so fast that I was convinced it didn’t see me.  I fell to my knees, reaching out for it, screaming at it to “STOP!” but it kept on going.  I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn’t come. 

Reluctantly, I forced myself back to my feet and started walking again, toward what I knew had to be a town.  I took it one step at a time, hoping that with each step, I’d actually wake up to find out this had all been a dream.  I heard a loud siren, and turned around to find that the same police car that had left me in its dust just minutes before, had returned and pulled off onto the shoulder behind me.

I stopped walking and turned around in time to see the window roll down.  “Excuse me Miss?  What you doing out here?” shouted the policeman behind the wheel of the car.

Using my hand to shade my eyes from the blistering light of the sun, I looked around and then shouted back, “I don’t know where here is.”

“Get in the car.  We’ll give you a lift into town.”  The other policeman, the one in the passenger seat, swung his door open wide and climbed out of the car.  He moved slowly, his uniform clearly a little too tight around his midsection.  He took a moment, stretching his arms high in the air, as though he had been cooped up in the car for so long his muscles had gotten stiff.  He reached back and pulled open the back door, motioning for me to get in.

I was scared.  Cops are supposed to help you though, or at least that’s what I remember, I think.  Besides, I was tired of walking, and so wincing with pain, I slowly made my way to the car and climbed in.

The policeman in the drivers’ seat turned around and looked me up and down.  “Where’re your parent’s?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know,” I answered, my voice small and shaky with exhaustion.

“My name’s Bill.  What’s your mom or dad’s name?  We’ll track ‘em down for you” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad and a pen. 

I sat back and closed my eyes, thinking as hard as I could, but nothing, not a single name came to mind.  Now I was really scared.  Cops don’t like to be lied to, they don’t like to be fooled around with, and I was certain they wouldn’t understand that I simply did not remember.  But what else was I supposed to say?  “I don’t know their names sir.”

Looking a little annoyed he turned his body a little more so he was able to see me more clearly.  “What do you mean you don’t know their names?”  He let out a heavy sigh.  “Can you at least tell me how you got that cut in your head?”

I reached up to my forehead, and felt the dry flaky blood.  I pulled my hand away and just stared at it.  I closed my eyes and again, tried to think about what had happened, but still, there was nothing.  “No…  I just woke up on the ground back there,” I pointed down the road behind the car, “and I got up and started walking.”

“We better get you to a doctor.  Have him take a look at your head.”  He turned around and stuck the notepad and pen back in his pocket.  He looked out the window at his partner and shouted, “Hey Dan, let’s go!”

Dan turned back to the car, adjusted his belt and slid back in so smooth, that it made me wonder how long he had been a cop. 

“Dan, radio the state patrol, let ‘em know we found a, ah…  How old are you?”  Bill turned back around to look at me again. 

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to think any more about all the things I didn’t know

Bill gave Dan a look, and though I had no idea for sure what it meant, I didn’t think it was good.

“Tell them we found a girl on the highway and we’re taking her to Witherton.”

Dan picked up the radio and called the station.  I sat in the back seat, watching him as he made the call.  I had never seen the inside of a police car, let alone, a police radio.  It was kind of exciting, if I could forget about everything else. 

I heard a voice come back through the radio and jumped.  “We don’t have any kids reported missing.  I’ll let you know if we hear anything.”

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An Excerpt from Remembering Jane

The sun shone bright in the sky overhead, like midday before the gunfight in one of those old westerns.  As I looked around, I could even see tumbleweeds blowing across the open road.  Golden fields stretched as far as the eye could see on either side of that road, and I had no idea where I was. 

 

With my arms crossed over my chest, I looked both ways and not knowing where to go, I began to walk.  I could feel blood trickling down my forehead.  I even felt it stop when the wind blew, pushing it up and into my hair. 

There were no cars anywhere, no signs of life, unless you counted me, and the empty road that was clearly paved by someone.  My feet ached, but somehow, something told me I had to keep on walking. 

 

I looked down the length of my body.  My sundress was torn; my legs were bare and skinned.  I raised my hands to my face and could see cuts across my palms.  My arms ached, and they too were covered in deep wounds, though luckily they had stopped bleeding.

 

I watched as the sun overhead moved across the sky, from being directly overhead, to being almost behind me.  I tried to remember what that meant, but there was nothing.  No memory of anything other than what it was.  Which way was I walking, I had nothing but the hope that it was toward somewhere.

 

I kept moving, my legs, my feet, aching more and more, begging and pleading with me to stop.  I felt like I was in a dream, but you can’t hurt in dreams, can you?  I remember something about pinching yourself to know for sure if you’re dreaming or not.  If you felt pain, you couldn’t possibly be dreaming.  I pinched myself, and it hurt.

 

I looked around again, and still there was no one in sight.  How long had I been walking?  I didn’t know.  The only thing I did know was that I had to go on, to keep moving, but to where?  Where was I?  How did I get out here?  My mind was filling with questions I didn’t have the answer to.  

 

The golden fields stretched for what must be miles on either side of me.  There were no buildings in sight, not a single landmark to tell me how far I had come.  There was not even a sign of a town or even a rest area.I passed another mile-marker sign, at least I assume that’s what it was, but I lost track of how many I had passed along the way.

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