“Anastasia Andreevna, please,” I pleaded, looking at the inflexible boss, “I swear it was the last time!”
“I already said everything,” looking from me to the screen of her laptop, a middle-aged woman with a tight bun of black hair on her head adjusted her glasses and waved her hand towards the door. - You can take the calculation and the work book from the personnel department.
- But I…
- I said everything! - Interrupting my next attempt to justify myself, the boss, apparently already a former one, cast an expectant glance at me from under her brows. - You can go!
Mentally swearing, I turned around and left the office, not forgetting to slam the door heartily. It was a shame to lose my job, to the point of tears, but I perfectly understood that it was my own fault. Five late arrivals in two weeks - who needs such an employee? And it's on probation! But I can’t help myself - waking up in the morning to get ready and arrive at work on time has become an impossible task for me. As soon as night falls, sleep does not come. That's it! And I went to the doctor, and I tried more than one kind of sleeping pills - nothing helps. Night work, what to start looking for? Loader? Rave! It’s not very easy for me to find a day job, let alone night shifts. Who needs a nineteen-year-old pigal without education with eternal problems with sleep and the absence of at least some slightest connections? To remember at least someone from my life,
- Didn't manage to dissuade the grymzu? - for mental reasoning, I myself did not notice how I went into the office of Oksana, temporarily acting as a personnel officer. - Fired?
- Uh-huh, - I nodded to the girl, holding out my hand for a work book.
I didn’t want to talk at all, but with Oksana you can hang for two hours talking about nothing.
“Oh, what a pity,” she began to lament, not noticing my laconic mood, “and I was so hoping that you would be able to persuade her!” You know, we even had a bet with Mishka, the driver, for a chocolate bar that you would stay! Damn, now he will have to buy tiles! Masha, how is it?
- Do you feel sorry for me, or the spoiled chocolate bar? - I indifferently asked the girl, taking the documents prepared in advance from her hands, and putting my signature on the dismissal order.
- Of course you! Oksana immediately hurried to assure me, flinching at the unexpected ringing of her mobile phone. – Hello! Hi Hi! Come on?!
Wearily waving my hand to the girl, I hurried out of the office. Knowing about her craving for conversations, waiting for her to finish is just stupid. I'm just wasting my time.
At this thought, I stopped dead in the middle of the corridor, thus forming an obstacle for other walking employees of the business center. Muttering an apology to the people swearing at me, I nevertheless left the building, and wearily sat down on a bench not far from the entrance.
I have nowhere to go this is the time. Therefore, I really have nothing to lose. Taking a deep breath, I slowly got up and trudged to the bus stop. There is nothing more for me to do here, I need to go home. And there you can also look for some new work on the Internet. Tenth this year, we can say that the anniversary!
The crazy idea to visit the cemetery first and visit the graves of my parents, I threw aside. What new things can I say to gravestones? “Mom, dad, hi! It's me again - the daughter who doesn't remember you! I still don’t remember anything from the moment of the accident, but there is also something new - I, for the umpteenth time, got fired! ”?
The fact is that a little over a year ago I got into a car accident with my parents, as a result of which they died, and I woke up in intensive care with a complete loss of memory. Rehabilitation, being in several sanatoriums and going to all kinds of doctors and specialists did not give any result. The search for any relatives was also unsuccessful - it turned out that my parents and I had recently moved to this city from nowhere, and here we restored documents, instead of previously lost ones, it is not clear where. So my whole former life was erased from my memory, leaving me only the date of birth and the name - Erokhina Maria Viktorovna. Well, the scars on his hands. In the accident, I did not suffer much, except for complete amnesia. She got off with a blow to the head, with a concussion, and severely cut both wrists. Personally, the scars looked like dog bite marks to me,
The weather outside was unusually hot for the beginning of June, and when I entered the coolness of my three-room apartment, I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Remembering the dismissal, and the need to look for a new part-time job - the next breath came out a little doomed.
In fact, the work was not so necessary for me. I inherited an apartment from my parents. Yes, and with money there were no special problems. As lawyers and a notary explained to me, my father successfully invested money at interest in various banks and financial organizations, periodically playing on the stock exchange, and as a result, after his death, an amount came to my card every month, which was enough to pay bills and to live . But I was not looking for a permanent job for this reason. I was lonely. Really very lonely. Only getting a job, I found friends with whom I tried to establish communication, and who immediately disappeared from my life, as soon as I quit. Or, to be more precise, when I was fired.
Walking wearily to the large wall mirror in the hallway, she stood opposite it, leaning her back against the opposite wall. From the reflection, a thin and exhausted green-eyed girl was looking at me, with long blond blond hair, reaching almost to the waist, and with unbearable longing in her eyes.
How hard it is not to remember anything! Who am I?! I ask myself this question every time I wake up, and I fall asleep with it. That I love? What am I? What was I? What about friends? I did have them. Should have been! Maybe there was some young man. Although the last one definitely was, because as they told me in the hospital - I'm not a virgin. Too bad I don't remember anything!
One girl with amnesia, with whom I was in rehab, told me that she began to remember what she had forgotten in her dreams. I was terribly jealous of her then, because I don’t dream of anything! Well, not exactly, of course, some dreams still visit me, but I very much doubt that this is my past. There are rustic solid houses, big gray dogs and ...
Memory obligingly betrayed in the subconscious the look of piercing blue eyes. I can’t remember the face in any way, and it doesn’t appear in my dreams, but I know for sure that this person is very important to me. But did he really exist, or is it just an ordinary dream and games of the subconscious - I don’t know. But that look has haunted me ever since I woke up in the hospital. I would really like to believe that this is not just a meaningless dream, but a real memory from my past, but this is nonsense. If this man existed, he would have found me. And since he still doesn’t exist in my life, it means either he doesn’t exist at all, or my blue-eyed one still lives somewhere, but he didn’t give a damn about me. And if the second is true, then why does this thought hurt me so much? I don't remember anything anyway! Why am I taking myself out?!
Having made myself some tea and made a few sandwiches, I decided to eat the incomprehensible melancholy that appears every time those damned sapphire eyes pop up in my memory. A trembling hand almost dropped the mug that was raised to her lips.
- Sapphire ... - I repeated the scratched memory word in a whisper. - Sapphire...
One simple word, accidentally popped up to compare the color of the eyes, was spinning in my head, causing an attack of pain in my temples, but did not want to form at least some semblance of a memory. And at the same time, somewhere on the verge of consciousness, I felt a plaintive groan. Someone asked to remember, begged to remember at least something! But this request was felt not in words, but rather on an emotional plane.
“Little time, very little time! I will die, you understand? I'm almost gone! Let's! Please come on!"
Throwing the mug aside, I slid off the stool to the floor, pressing my hands to my head to at least muffle the pain shooting in my temples. It turned out badly, in addition, it began to darken in my eyes, and I almost vomited from overexertion.
"Please, please, please..."
The pleading of the unknown martyr drove me crazy, making me cry and scream, it is not clear from what more - from pity for an invisible interlocutor or from a headache.“Sapphire, sapphire, sapphire! Sapphire!"The emotional groan was replaced by a weak growl, and then completely turned into a quiet whine. I began to look around to see if he was imagining me, or somewhere near me I could actually see a whining dog. Although, more like a wolf. It's the wolf! Sapphire wolf...My head was spinning, making it difficult for me to focus on one thing. I only distantly noted that it was already completely dark outside, and the full moon was clearly visible in the sky. Its light, mixed with the light of lanterns, illuminated a small park in front of my house. There was a strange desire to run in it now, quickly moving its paws, pushing off the trunks, while leaving torn claw marks on the bark ... what a strange desire ...His body convulsed, forcing him to arch on the floor and whine plaintiv
“My son is ashamed that he gave in to his beast in primitive instincts and spent the night with you,” our leader told me after being locked up for almost a day. But he is a man, he is allowed to do it. Unlike you. You dishonored your family with your depraved behavior, Vladimir. If by such actions you decided to force Arthur, as a worthy man, to declare you his couple, then you were mistaken. Arthur is not interested in the one-time cheap things that creep under him for a place in the sun. You are not the first, you are not the last. But, unlike the others, you have jeopardized the honor of the entire community, and you have no right to be part of it anymore!The words of the former leader clearly lined up in my memory, as if he had told me all this just a couple of minutes ago. My heart sank painfully at the thought that this might be true. That Arthur really...The roar of the she-wolf that broke into the subconscious brought me back to my senses. She is right! Arthur couldn't do th
We lay like this for a long time, enjoying our unity and the newfound inner harmony. Thoughts flowed lazily in my head, preventing the burden of reality from falling into our small and cozy little world, ruining everything. Now all the stories about the disagreements between the werewolf and his inner beast seemed like empty tales. How can this be? Doesn't fit in the head. Everything is so simple - trust the beast, and he will trust you in return. Or is it just me?Apparently, I am a very specific werewolf. And yes, I have an unusual wolf. Previously, dreaming of going through initiation and finding my beast, I thought that my she-wolf would be the same as everyone else's - small and gray. The only thing I could hope for was that the color of her color would be dominated by lighter ash tones. And that's it! In fact, here's how it turned out. Healthy black wolf. Alpha!Slowly opening my eyes, I emerged from the habitat of the beast, again finding myself sitting on the bed. Well, now yo
Glancing over my shoulder, I bit my lower lip in annoyance. The view of my security guard was just beautiful! The floor covered in long ragged claw marks. The same marks on the walls, accompanied by hanging pieces of wallpaper. A wardrobe smashed to pieces ... Hmm ... And, unlike me, his instincts and scent have long been developed, and it will not be difficult for Oleg to understand that I was a weirdo in the second incarnation.Lowering my head, I silently waited for my verdict. I'm sure he has clear instructions from the leader, just in case I suddenly remember everything. I doubt about the change of hypostasis - after all, I have not heard about alpha girls, nor about the passage of initiation with such a long delay. But what exactly they will do with me - they do not know. Maybe they will kill, or maybe they will erase the memory again.I grimaced at the thought of waking up in the hospital again, remembering nothing. No, it's better to die than to go through this again. The wolf
Contrary to all my reasoning, I went out into the street without incident. Except for the yard cat that slipped through the door of the entrance I opened, which scared me out of my wits and made me squeal. Nerves to hell! Since I still got out of the apartment, I need to go to the pharmacy, buy myself something sedative. Otherwise, it’s not the leader who will kill me, but I myself will bring myself to a heart attack, being afraid of everything around. I wonder if nineteen-year-olds have heart attacks at all? However, I'm a werewolf! Initiated, moreover. My regeneration should be at the level, so you don’t have to worry. Yeah, I can shy away from everything until the end of my life and not worry about the state of the cardiovascular system. What a charm!It didn't take long for me to shop, so about an hour later I was back at my house, loaded down with two heavy packages. Usually I buy products at a minimum, but now the situation is a little different. I wanted to treat myself to deli
Yielding to the persuasion of the she-wolf, I decided to go for a walk in the forest. The risk, I do not argue, is huge, but if you do not go far from some small town or village in the region, then everything can end well. I hope. There were several reasons for panic. Despite the fact that the cities were mostly inhabited by ordinary people, the chance to stumble upon someone from my former community was great. Especially if I'm "lucky" to choose a town for a walk near the habitat of my flock. And I'm afraid, if this happens, my acting skills, so as not to give myself away by recognizing anyone, will not be enough for me.Well, do not forget about Igor and Oleg. Guards are assigned for a reason. And even if they sometimes go about their own business, instead of spying on me, they are still the main problem. Even if I manage to catch a moment when they are not around, I strongly doubt that they will ignore the fact of my long absence.If, before the return of my memory, I wandered arou
To be afraid of wolves - do not go into the forest,or the first useful acquaintances.- Good afternoon, Maria Viktorovna! the girl at the fitness center reception greeted me as she handed me back my club card. - Have a good workout!Squeezing out a benevolent return smile, I slowly walked towards the stairs leading down to the pool.I've been going here every day for a week now, and for five hours straight I've been going crazy from the smell of bleach! Gods, my whole idea of going to the forest through the pool does not seem so brilliant to me anymore! And if it weren’t for the she-wolf, who also suffers with me, but constantly cheers me up, I would have given up a long time ago and would have given up on everything! That's right at the moment when I first came to this damned pool! Even a nose plug did not help me get rid of this smell! But you also had to swim! Damn!But, despite the distinctly smelling minuses, there were pluses. Igor and Oleg accompanied me to the fitness cente
Unable to resist, I ran my hand over the runes on the door frame. What a huge mistake people made when they adopted a strange faith a little more than two thousand years ago. How much pain and suffering it brought. And I'm not talking now about werewolves who were skinned alive when they refused to be baptized by their prince. And not about other magical creatures who, after all the persecution, will never come out to meet with a mere mortal. What did the people get? What good did someone else's faith bring them?Knowledge that has been passed down by word of mouth for thousands of years has been washed away by the new religion. Divine creatures, who from the beginning of time lived side by side with man, were forgotten, and now they can only be mentioned in fairy tales. And what did people get in return? Churches where money is pulled from believers at every opportunity? Priests who go around draped in gold, not embarrassed to tell poor parishioners what to believe and endure? But wh