Recovering the Past

Chapter 1: The Unknown Past
I slowly opened my eyes, only to reveal that I was lying in a dark alleyway. I looked around and saw a few broken windows and rats picking at something in a trash can. I had a huge headache and my whole body hurt.
"Where am I?"
I got up feebly and walked down the alleyway slowly. When I got to the end I saw the Eiffel Tower standing tall and proud.
"Oh, my gosh I must be in Paris"
I swiftly walked over to the nearest pay-phone. I searched my pocket for fifty cents, felt something and picked out two French coins.
"How did they get there?"
I shrugged my shoulders and put the two coins in. I rapidly dialed 882- 6611.
"Um, Brad (that's my contact) I'm in Paris, France and have no idea how I got here"
"L-Lilly", Brad stuttered "Is t-that you"?
"Duh, of course it's me", I replied. "Who else would it be"?
"Um, I don't know", he replied. "Do you still remember where the safe house is?" "Of course I do", I answered. "If you want me to I can go there right now."
"Well, I mean if you ca.", "Of course I can", I interrupted, "Geesh calm down".
I hung up the phone angrily and walked down the sidewalk. There were tons of things going on even though it was still dark out. I saw people striding out of shops with bags in there hands. I also saw people eating dinner and kissing.
"No wonder Paris is called the city of love"
Once I got into the safe house, I saw a green shirt and khakis on a bed, so I decided to put them on. After that I sat down on a rickety old chair. As I was sitting down I felt a sharp pain come from my stomach. I lifted up my shirt and noticed a scar on the left side of my stomach. It looked very peculiar.
"It's nothing"
Suddenly the door opened and in came Brent (my boyfriend). "Are you ok", he asked?
"Why does everyone keep asking me that", I screamed? I put my face in my hands and started to cry. "Brent what's wrong", I asked? I glanced at his hand and saw a ring on his finger. I stopped crying for a moment, and gazed at it.
"What's that ring on your finger", I asked nervously?
"Well, um Lilly I don't know how to tell you this but, you've been missing for almost two years", Brent replied.
I got up, glared at him for a few seconds, raised my fist and then punched him. He slid halfway across the room and then got up.
"Who are you", I asked furiously? Before he could answer I kicked him in the stomach and ran out the door.
When I got outside two men ran towards me in different directions and cornered me. When they got to me they started kicking. I ducked two of there kicks, then punched one of them. He fell down hard and hit his head on the blacktop and blacked out. The other guy looked angry and threw a fist at me. I ducked again and kicked him to. He also fell down and didn't get back up.
I started running again fast and hard. Before I could get very far I felt something hit my feet. I brutally fell down to the ground. I looked up and saw Brent. He had done it; he had thrown something at my feet. I started crying again; Brent walked over and sat next to me. I leaned against him and said, "Please don't, please".
I awoke in what it seemed to be a hospital bed. I was confused again; I didn't know where I was. All of the sudden the door knob hastily turned and Dean strode in.
"Do you remember who I am", he asked?
My face suddenly turned from confused to angry. "Of course I do", I replied, "You work with me at the CIA. Now stop asking stupid questions and tell me where I've been for the past two years".
"Well, um we don't know", he muttered, "One day you were here and the next you weren't".
"You're not telling the truth", I said, "I know your not".
"Ok", he said, "I'll tell you the truth".
I sat up in the bed, ready to hear what he had to say.
"The CIA believes that you disappeared on a mission in France, because when the people you were with came back they said they couldn't find you." "Oh", I said. "Well didn't you try to find me"? "Yes, Lilly we did", he said, "but a few months later we found DNA in the same building you disappeared in. Lilly we thought you were dead".
My body tensed up and I got sweaty again. I looked at him weirdly and said "So I don't have a job or house".
"Well, you still have your job but no house", he answered. Dean looked at his watch and gasped. "I'm sorry Lilly but I have to go, bye"
"Bye" I said dully.
When Dean left the room I lied my head down on the pillow. I was really tired so I decided to go to sleep. "Open your eyes", a cold voice said. I slowly opened my eyes, only to reveal my cousin Emily standing by the door.
"Emily is that you", I asked?
She payed no attention to my question. "Where the heck have you been for two years", she asked? She pointed her finger at me and said, "Because I know you're not a 6th grade teacher". There was a long pause.
"Well, um I uh", I stuttered, "Ok I'm a CIA agent".
She laughed. "Well, I knew that", she said, "Tell me something I don't know".
"How did you know", I suddenly asked?
"I guess I should tell you", she replied. "It wouldn't be right if I didn't.
I sat up again and perked my ears, so I could hear everything. Emily started to talk.
"It all started when you wanted to go to that Performing Arts School, remember that". She shot a venomous look at me. I started down at my cupped hands. "Oh, you were so excited and when you finally left everyone was really sad, because we wouldn't get to see you for a long time". "Well, about a week after you left I was at your mom's house and I went up to your room to get something and found your journal open".
I suddenly froze, "Oh, know", I thought.
"Now Lilly you know that im very nosy, so I read through your journal and figured out your little Performing Arts School was actually a school training kids to be CIA agents". She took a deep breath and said, "So any questions"? "Y-you looked at my journal", I screamed! "It's not my fault your journal was open", she said.
I unexpectedly awoke, sitting up in my bed. I was breathing heavily and my hands were cold and sweaty.
"What was that dream supposed to mean"
It felt so real. I just sat there for a minute, taking in all my surroundings.
"I've got to remember, I've just got to"
I thought as hard as I could, but I couldn't remember anything. The door knob suddenly turned and a nurse came. She was wearing a white dress with some stupid looking hat. Like all nurses do.
"Good news Lilly", she exclaimed!
"Nurses always have good news its always happy go lucky for them"
"All we have to do is run some tests and you can go home"
"Wish I had a home", I whispered.
"What was that sweetheart", she asked?
"Sweetheart how corny is that!"
"Oh, great", I said sarcastically
The nurse must not have noticed my sarcasm, because all she did was look at me and then leave.
"What am I going to do now"? "I don't even have a house"
I didn't sleep much that night. Mainly because of the tests but other things also. The next morning I got ready to leave almost right away. I was really nervous. I kept imagining myself leaving in an alleyway, in a cardboard box. I shook the image out of my head every time. Just as I was about to leave, Tom (the boss of the CIA) came in my room.
"Oh, Tom", I exclaimed, "I'm so glad to see you"!
He just smiled. "I know about your little predicament", he said. "So if you want to you can live in my guest bedroom, until you find a new house".
I hugged him. "Thank you so much"! "Wait, I've got one question to ask, what happened to my house"?
"After we thought you were dead, we decided to sell it", he replied.
"Oh", I said, "What did you do with the money"?
"We used it to pay off all your stuff"
"Do you want me to do anything for you", I asked?
"Go back to CIA headquarters tomorrow", he replied.
"Ok", I said forlornly".
A few minutes later I was finally out of the hospital. I got into Tom's car and we drove away. Headed towards a house that I had never been to before. When we got to his house, I set down my things and sat on his couch. Tom had to leave almost right away and didn't think I would be safe (yeah right).
The interesting thing was that Tom had told me I would have a visitor. He also said that when they came to the door they would say artist, and if they didn't it was an imposter. After Tom left I just sat there for a few minutes. Thinking about who the person might be. Maybe it's my parents or my two brothers.
"I hope not because if it is them then there going to want some answers which I certainly don't have"
"I wonder what he had to go do. Probably something for the CIA, something that I can't know about until I go back."
A few minutes there was a knock on the door. "Artist", a familiar voice said. I cautiously opened the door.