Hi! This is a one shot but if you guys like it I could make it into a story but really this is just pitching an idea for a story.
EPOV
When I woke, I felt like one big bruise and I couldn't lift my eyes, as if they weighed a ton. So I tried to focus on the rest of my body. My chest and back felt swollen in certain places. I tried to lift my arms but they felt too heavy. I tried to shift into a better position but groaned when pain shot throughout my entire body. Ignoring the pain I tried once again to open my eyes. With a bit more effort, I was able to open them half way.
The first thing I noticed was the sunlight. As things came more into focus I could make out a wooden table next to me, and that I was laying on a couch with nothing but my boxer's, a pillow and a couple of blankets. I tried to sit up, I got half way before my head started to throb, and fell back. Slowly this time I managed to sit all the way up with minimum pain. It looked like I was in a living room, in what looked like an apartment.
But, how did I get here? Where am I? How did I end up like this?
Every time I tried to think of the answer to these questions the pain in my head would just get worse. I groaned again and grabbed a hold of my head. There some sort of noise in the background, a soft whooshing almost like pipes. Before the answer clicked there was a squeak that came from somewhere down the hall and the whooshing stopped. Then some more noises came from above, I then realized that there was someone else in the house.
Every sound seemed so sharp. Along with the previous whooshing I could hear clanking and creaks and even the cars outside. I knew, for some reason, the exact distance away the sound was from me. I could hear a heart beat now and I realized that someone else was in the apartment.
Suddenly I was fully alert. I was able to completely ignore the pain, and threw the blankets off me. I was unsteady for a second, but straightened myself out before moving toward the front door that was right next to the small open kitchen. I looked around for ... something. I wasn't sure what. So I headed to the door. I went to to it as quickly and as silently as possible, I checked to see if it was unlocked.
No, it wasn't. I then was starting to think of ways I could attack who ever was coming, what would be the quickest way to take them out.
It was then I heard light footsteps coming closer, I spotted scissors on the counter top and quickly snatched them. My arm posed and ready to strike.
The footsteps stopped somewhere in another room, but started again shortly. I could hear the footsteps so clearly, and could hear the distinct of the sound as they got closer and closer. I just about ready to strike when a small figure stepped around the corner. I immediately saw the beauty of her. Her face went from shock to fear in an instant.
She held her hands up in a surrender position before taking a small step backwards. I was stunned for a second by who the footsteps belonged to that I got confused as to why she looked afraid.
Looking to left hand holding the scissors as a weapon I quickly dropped them as if they were on fire, and looked back at her in shock myself. Her hands had lower a bit but her expression was very apprehensive. I felt the need to make feel at ease. I had no idea why my first instinct was to strike.
"I-I'm sorry." I said my voice sounding very rough. I tried to move away from the clearly offending scissors, but winced because it caused me pain in my side. As I clutched my side, she got a worried expression on her face and moved forward a bit before stopping when I stiffened, clearly thinking it was a bad idea.
"I'm not going to hurt you." She said softly, her voice smooth and warm, it immediately made me feel at ease. I slowly relaxed, as she tried again to move forward.
"Here," she said pulling out a chair from the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.
"Why don't you sit down, a-and I'll make you breakfast, okay?" I just nodded and slowly made my way to the chair trying to ignore the pain. Once I was in the chair she went back towards the couch and picked up the blanket and hesitantly draped it over my shoulders. Then she headed over to the fridge and stuck her head in.
"I don't have much, and I can't use the microwave or toaster because of the storm last night had knocked out all the power." Storm?
"So I could make eggs, or some cereal? I think I have some bacon strips left. Oh, I could probably use those eggs to make french toast?". She turned towards me waiting for an answer. I didn't know what to say.
"I'll just make a little of everything then." She said and grabbed everything she would need and brought it over to the counter next to the stove. She started to put eggs in a pan, and bacon in another while she mixed something in a bowl, I'm guessing for the french toast. It didn't seem long before she had everything set on the table on a plate, with a fork and knife in front of me. A napkin tucked under the silverware.
"Um what would...you like to drink?" she asked. Again I couldn't answer her, and it mildly irritated me.
"Well there's Orange Juice, some milk left or water." I still didn't answer her.
"Uh okay how about orange juice?"
I just nodded but stopped because of the pain in my neck.
She sat a glass cup on the table and filled it. Then she started to pile food on my plate. She stood across from me and put some food on a plate for her, before she started to talk again.
"I know you must be wondering how you got here huh?" she asked, I nodded my head, more slowly.
"Well before the storm hit, I was driving home from dropping my dad off at the lake a few hours away. Well I went on the back roads to try and avoid being stuck in traffic while it was raining. I almost didn't see you because of how dark it got. You were on the ground face down and not moving." she paused to see my reaction but I just kept staring at her.
"Anyway, I got out of the my truck to see if you were breathing. I tried to call 911 when I felt a pulse, but there was no service. Even if I did get you into my truck it would be hours, especially with this storm coming to try and get you to a hospital. So I just took you here, to my apartment.
You were bleeding and still weren't moving. When I got you up stairs, I tried to call 911 again but there was still no power. So I tried to just patch you up the best I could." she finished.
At this I raised my eyebrows in surprise. This small woman dragged a stranger, who was half dead to her house by herself. Then healed him herself, and now she's feeding the this random stranger. We sat in silence for neither one of us eating. I felt an over whelming need to thank her.
"Thank you." I said not too loud, but loud enough for her to hear. Her head snapped up with a surprised expression on her face before it changed into a small smile.
"You're welcome." she said.
"My name is Isabella...Swan. But please call me Bella. What's your name?"
I was about to reply when I realized, I didn't have one. Or more like I couldn't remember my name. In fact, I couldn't remember anything that happened before I woke up on her couch.
"I-I don't know." I say still confused.
"You don't know? You don't have a name?" she asked confused. All I could do was shake my head.
"How much do you remember?" she asked.
"Nothing before I woke up."
"Nothing?" I again just shook my head, and extremely confused as to what happened? Where exactly am I? And most importantly who the hell was I?
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