Chapter one
"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
I awoke in the middle of a very large bed. I looked around the room to find it with cream walls and brown oak furniture that complimented each other well. The sheets I was lying on were a gold colour and there were a few paintings hanging from hooks.
It looked homey, but in a modern sense.
Carefully, I mentally assessed myself. I could feel no pain in my body, or see any, which was good. I was also clothed, another positive.
I slid to the edge of the bed and found a mirror above a chest of drawers. I stood and approached it, carefully looking at my reflection.
I had brown hair to my elbows. It was dark, but not black. It was styled in a way that made it have all different lengths. My eyes were a bright green, but somehow, there was an odd blue colour in them. My lips were pink and my face was pretty. I looked back at the bed and then to the bed side table, I approached it and sat back on the bed, looking at it curiously. Next to the lamp and a box of tissues was a photo frame. I picked it up and stared intently at it.
It was me; I was positive that it was me, my hair looked shorter here and I was lying back looking upwards at a blonde haired man, his hair was short and slicked to the side carefully, his eyes were blue and shining brightly. He was smiling happily at whoever was taking the photo and I had only love in my eyes. The man was gorgeous and we were obviously a couple.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man stood just out of the room. I looked up and gasped, the photo frame slipping from my fingers. It was the man in the picture, the blonde haired man.
His eyes were nothing but relief and happiness. He stood closer and then quickly, he was in front of me, kneeling before me, his hands on my knees. "Eden, are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
I looked back to the door and found a smaller man standing there, but still attractive. He was leaning against the frame and was smiling happily at me.
I looked at the blonde man again and opened my mouth to say something but stopped.
He frowned "Say something" he begged, his voice laced with worry.
I took a deep breath and then whispered, "Who are you?"
His face changed to shock, clearly, and then pain. "You don't know me?" He asked, clearly hurt. Clearly he was supposed to mean something to me.
The man in the doorway stepped closer "Do you know who I am?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No. I don't know either of you, where I am, how I got here, what I was doing before I woke up" I took another long and shaky breath "I don't even know who I am"
The blonde man stood, angrily picked up the frame from the floor and put it back in its spot before lifting his hands to his hair and pulling tightly mumbling something I couldn't hear before turning back towards me and staring.
Unsure of what I was supposed to do, I simply let my head fall down and look at my hands.
Who was I?
Just a quick one to start you all off, hence why I'm putting two chapters up right away
Please read and review and all that jazz. It'll make me upload quicker.
~Bec