The Storm (1st and 2nd chapters)

I'm a bit new at writing, so please excuse any spelling errors, or if the story is just plain bad. Well, here it goes:

Chapter 1

A cold chill came up her back, as she saw on the stormy night, a body of a boy, about the age of 17, lying on the beach. She ran up to the body, wonder who this might be. He was breathing, but very slowly. She picked him up, and dragged him up into her house. When she entered her house, she called the house nurse to care for his wounds. While the nurse was working with him, she looked at his strange white hair, and pale skin. He looked like an albino.

The morning had come, but the boy still hadn’t woken up yet. The girl brought in a tray of soup and placed it on a table next to the bed. She sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Her golden curly hair fell to her elbows, and her soft blue eyes drooped into a short slumber. She eventually woke up, and then she waited there for 20 minutes, then, he started to groan… then he shot up in the bed. He looked around at his surroundings, he was terrified.

“Excuse me, but what’s wrong?” the girl asked, nervous.
The boy only looked at her startled.
“Hello, my name is Leah; what is yours?” she said, and then got up.
“….” the boy calmed down a little, but was still frightened.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked again.
“Ugh… I don’t know… I don’t know anything.” He finally said.
She looked at him, suspiciously, then after a while, she understood what he was saying. “I wonder what happed to you.” She said, grabbing the tray, and handing it to him. She walked out of the room, as the boy stared at his food. He started to eat. Walking down the hall, Leah thought to herself, “Is he telling the truth? Should I believe him?”

About a half an hour later, the boy wandered into the courtyard. Leah was writing something, so he decided just to sit by a pond. He stared at his reflection, trying to remember something… something about him. He stared at his silver hair, nothing came to him, but his red eyes seemed to tell him something, something he couldn’t understand. The glare was so powerful, that he had to look away.

He looked towards Leah, wondering what she was doing. Leah looked up, and then smiled, welcoming him to the garden of tulips. He slowly walked towards her, and then stood in front of her, looking down.

“It’s so peaceful here.” he admitted silently.
She only sighed to show that she agreed with him. They simultaneously looked at each other.

“Have you remembered anything yet?” she asked after a time of silence. He shook his head.
“Where did you find me?” he asked wondering if the answer would unlock something of his past.
“Down by the beach, why?” she said, wondering just what he might be up to.
“Take me there!” He said, as a flash of memory had come into his head.

A flash of lightning struck the front of the boat, causing everyone to be slung back. The rain was pouring so hard, that it was sinking the boat. He remembered wishing that the rain would stop, then… nothing. He couldn’t remember what happened after that.

Leah got up at the command, and opened the glass doors, leading him through the huge, beautiful house. She led him through the long, beautiful hallway. Then the walls opened up, into a huge beautiful room with a piano in the corner. They walked outside, where you could see beautiful horses out in the pasture. They walked down a sand hill, leading to the beach.

She came upon a spot with footprints leading from it. She pointed at the spot and said, “Ok, there it is, happy?”
“Was there anything around me? Like watches, pictures, anything?” he asked looking around.
“Not that I know of, why? Are you looking for something?” She asked trying to pull something out of him, like a memory, or the truth. He shook his head, only looking more.
“Ok, but hurry up, you’re not completely healed yet, and it’s getting dark.” she said rushing him on.

There was someone walking up the road.
“That’s Shawn, the police officer! He normally stops by to have some tea, let’s hurry up!” she said grabbing his arm. He saw a glint in the sand.
“Wait! I see something!” he said fighting her grip, then fell forwards. He pushed the sand away, finding that what he saw was a sword!

“How could’ve you missed this?!” he shouted.
“It was dark, and the storm was heavy. Even if it was light I-“
“How fast did the storm stop?” he interrupted.
“Well, the rain was pouring for quite a bit, so it just stopped. I guess it was only a flash flood.” she said shrugging.

The storm was getting worse. The boat was halfway into the water, sinking. He wished the storm would stop then… it stopped.



Chapter 2

“Hello? Um, is there something wrong?” It was Leah.
“Huh? Oh, sorry. Ugh, let’s go talk to Shawn.” He said getting off of the rough sand, and then he bent over to pick up the familiar sword.

Shawn had already reached the front garden when they reached him. He was a friendly looking man, with brown long hair in a short pony tail. He had clear blue eyes, with the feeling of wonder showing through them. He wore a sharp, clean blue suit. He seemed like he was in his early 30’s. With that, Shawn seemed like a type of person you would like to be friends with.

“Hello Miss Leah, and… um,” Shawn questioned the boy’s name.
“Nice to see you Shawn!” Leah said, “Well, um, how do I say this? Ugh… This ugh… We don’t really know his name.” she stumbled with telling him the way it was.

Shawn just shrugged, and walked into the house. The boy walked inside, going into his room to wash up, finding a chest under the bed. He looked around, making sure no one was watching, and then pulled it out from under the bed. He opened it up, finding some old letters to someone named Silo and a sheath for a sword. He put the sheath onto the bed, and then walked out into the hall to meet the others in the courtyard.

“Anyone want some tea?” Leah asked politely, pouring a cup for herself. “Yes please.” They answered.

“Now please tell me, if this boy can talk, why don’t you know his name?” Shawn asked curiously. He looked like he was expecting Leah to admit a huge crime or something.
“Well, you know about amnesia, right? Well, he… ugh, has amnesia.” She said. Shawn looked down, thinking about something the boy couldn’t imagine. The confused, no… sad look Shawn reminded him of something, something very familiar. Maybe this man could help him remember, or maybe not.

After a long, enjoyable tea time, the boy excused himself from the table to clean up. He walked into his room, and grabbed the sheath he found earlier, and looked at it. He put it around himself, and then went into the bathroom the wash his face and hands. He turned off the faucet, and then headed down the hallway. As he walked closer to the courtyard, he heard a sharp scream coming down from the courtyard. The boy ran down the hall, only to see Leah looking down at the dead body of Shawn.

I'm too lazy to post more at this moment, but please tell me if you'd like to read more, because I'd like that.