Chapter I – Where am I?!

Do not move. And don't open your eyes. You know what's going to happen.

A voice said inside my mind. A voice that I knew way too well. Of course, it was my voice. Because who else should I expect within those safe confines of my mind, right? Last time I checked, I didn't seem to have… Dissociative Identity Disorder. Yes, this is the correct term. I think. I should probably stop narrating myself, too. It's weird enough that I barely stop thinking.

The girl, whose internal monologue you've just read? That's Amelia. Almost every morning, especially after a night which involved a lot of drinking, the mentioned woman follows her usual morning routine. Which consists mostly of lying motionlessly in bed and thinking. Lots and lots of thinking. She enjoys jumping between different trains of thoughts, sometimes barely connected to one another.

I know I probably shouldn't follow my own advice, but this time, unlike… well… all those other times when I've made questionable decisions in my life, I know what's good for me. And that would be lying still in this bed until I feel I'm ready to face my worst nemesis.

Hangover.

Can't say I'm happy to see you… or rather feel you again. Also, fuck you, human body. Why can't you process alcohol in a way that doesn't make you wish you were dead the next day.

With that, the introverted woman let out what sounded like a mix between a groan and a yawn. As she slowly started to move her appendages around, she could feel that her kinesthetic sense is starting to work properly, telling her that, in fact, she still had her arms and legs and… everything else.

I've always found it strange that once you lie down for a while, you just stop feeling your body. Even the fact that you're under the covers. Or that you wear clothes. Or is it just me?

Wait.

Amelia stopped moving for a second, lazily running her arm down her side.

Where are my clothes? Why am I naked?

Now that a few moments have passed and her brain resumed working on its usual processing speed, the girl sighed mentally. Yes, waking up naked in an empty, unfamiliar bed seems like something that would surprise most of the human population. But not her.

Eh, silly Amelia, you should know answers to these questions by now. I mean, I actually don't but I can guess pretty accurately. I did it again.

I wonder who's gonna be this time. Eva? Nicole? Or maybe that-cute-blonde-girl-whose-name-I-can't-remember. I actually wish it was her. I bet it's gonna be neither. I've never been right about that. But I suppose it is time to finally check where I am. Yeah. Let's see… heh. Let's see. Gosh, that was awful. I should be ashamed of myself. That is, more than usual.

With her grayish-blue eyes finally open, the naked woman slowly began to scan her surroundings. Taking her time to analyze every nook and cranny she could see from the bed. She wasn't ready to actually get up yet. Amelia hoped she'd be able to deduce with who she's spent the previous night, but unfortunately, that wasn't enough.

The room she found herself in seemed like an ordinary room any average woman could live in. There was a normal-sized, wooden bed which could barely fit two people on it. The covers were beige with some sort of curvy pattern and they gave off a nice, flowery scent of being freshly washed. Right next to the bed, there was a small bedside table made out of bright wood. On top of it, there was a typical digital alarm clock.

6 am, huh? I guess didn't get much sleep this night. But if that's the case I should feel like shit right now. And to be honest I feel pretty… okay. Ugh, did I just sleep through the entire day, and night? My father's gonna be pissed. Where's my phone?

Amelia kept examining the room she was in, this time more focused on locating her phone. Which was one of the most important things in her life. Along with her desktop PC, her Steam account, laptop and a few other things. The next thing she looked at was a quite large desk, made out of the same wood as the bedside table. However, except a computer screen and a keyboard, there wasn't anything that could count as her phone. So she kept searching from within the soft and warm embrace of the bed.

Vanity table... nope, can't see it there. It's not gonna be in those wardrobes either. Or on those shelves. I think. Eh, so by process of elimination it must be in my jacket, or I lost it. Or I'm blind. That's a plausible explanation, too. Everybody knows how nonobservant I am.

Yet another sigh escaped the naked introvert as she turned onto her back and stared at the white ceiling above her.

Well, at least I gotta appreciate that somebody drew the curtains. I hate when that pesky sunlight melts my face every morning. And this is just enough light for me to see everything clearly. Who knew that days are so bright this early in the morning? Guess not me, since I almost never wake up before 10 am.

Time was passing slowly for Amelia and the next few minutes the dark-haired woman spent on… nothing much. She simply kept lying, trying to connect all the little dots of information that she had in her memory that could help her figure out what exactly happened the previous night.

Let's start from the beginning. Nicole and Samantha picked me up at my home and we drove to Kate's place. Everybody was there and soon the party started. Then we began drinking and dancing. Then we drank even more and after that, we decided to watch fireworks outside. We wished each other Happy New Year and then we came back and were drinking even more. It was like… 1 AM, I think? And then…

That's where Amelia has stumbled upon a thick wall of nothingness that engulfed everything that happened after that point in time. There was no way to fight it because no matter how hard she would try, it wouldn't give her access to those memories.

And… that's it. Fuck. I don't think I drank that much to blackout. But… it happened. Fuck, I gotta ask that girl to tell me what happened next. Speaking of which, where is she? Gotta find her! Come on, stop being lazy and do something!

Ever so slowly, the party girl rose up from her lying position. First, she sat up and once more looked around the unfamiliar room. It almost hurt to keep her balance, but she had to do it at some point. With a groan full of tiredness and hatred for waking up, she stood up. Amelia waited patiently for her worst nightmare to arrive. To hit her right in the head with the force of a train the moment she forced herself to stand. But it didn't happen. She was just standing there in the room, naked. Alone.

That's… unexpected. If a drank enough to blackout, I should be begging all of the deities to kill me right now. But I can't even feel the hangover.

And that's when even worse nightmare crept inside her mind. A wave of shivers went down her spine and turned the woman into a stone statue as she realized what could have happened that fateful night.

Oh my fucking god.

Did somebody drug me? Shit! That's… fucking… possible. I really fucking hope that's not the case. My friends were with me all the time! If I was drugged, they wouldn't let a stranger touch me.

Amelia did trust her friends and she was almost sure, that they wouldn't let anything like this happen to her. This thought calmed the agitated girl a little, but she was still far from being relaxed.

Time to check for any new damage I might have caused myself.

The naked girl approached the vanity table that stood in the corner of the room and looked into her own eyes, for a second. Looking for any signs of dried up blood, lacerations, gashes, or any other injuries.

Didn't hit my head this time, that's for sure.

The next thing on Amelia's list to check was the rest of her body. Perhaps she didn't have a figure of a super-model with massive breasts and very wide hips, but she didn't really care. She wasn't overweight and that was the most important. At least to her.

As she carefully searched for any new wounds, she began to ponder about her weight, as she usually does when facing herself in the mirror. With her not-very-healthy way of life, Amelia didn't eat much and if someone looked at her features, it would be quite easy to notice. In the end, she discarded those thoughts like she usually does.

Good to know I didn't get any new scars. There's already enough of them.

With another mental sigh, Amelia had nothing else to do, but look for her clothes. The most surprising thing was that they weren't scattered all over the floor like they are most of the times when Amelia wakes up like that.

Maybe that girl just… folded my stuff and put it in a wardrobe? That's definitely worth checking. But… where is she? Why is this place so empty? Why can't I hear anybody in the kitchen or anywhere for that matter? Does she live by herself? Maybe she just went out to do… grocery shopping? Yeah, at 6 am. Or maybe she went to classes? Or a job. Yeah, that's more likely. Maybe she just didn't want to wake me up…

One way or another Amelia still had to find her clothes and what's more important, her phone. Which she still couldn't locate. Following her thoughts, the naked woman approached the wide, wooden wardrobe and opened it.

A-ha! There's my underwear! I knew it must be around somewhere. Now.. for the rest of my clothing...

With her underwear in one hand, Amelia continued her search, but eventually stopped, frowning as none of the garments she found inside the wardrobe looked even remotely similar to her own clothes. They actually looked like they belonged to some sort of happy-go-lucky highschooler. Definitely not Amelia's style.

Ughh.. are my clothes in a laundry basket or somewhere? Would she mind if I borrowed hers for a little while? Come on, we clearly had sex. I bet she wouldn't mind.

Ten minutes have passed and after going through most of the content of the fancy, white, wooden wardrobe, Amelia was finally somewhat satisfied with the clothes she chose. Eventually, she decided to go with a pair of light-blue jeans and a dark gray sweater. Beneath that, she had a normal, white t-shirt with some text on it, but she didn't bother to read it. Once fully clothed, the no-longer-naked-woman gave herself another glance in the mirror, just making sure that those clothes she took are not short.

Wow, normally it's a huge pain in the ass to find clothes that I like that aren't too short because of how fucking tall I am. If I remember correctly, only like… less than 0.5% of all women around my age are higher or have the same height as me. And those clothes are pretty fitting! I suppose I'm pretty lucky that she's around my height.

Seeing no reason to stay inside the room, Amelia decided to go on a little adventure and explore the house she's found herself in. But just before she left, she checked one last time whether she is really alone. She approached the white door of her room and leaned in, trying to pick up any sound that mysterious owner of the house could make.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" The brunette asked out loud, but only silence answered her. Carefully, she opened the door and looked around. A corridor that lead to her room barely was barely lit, but Amelia's eyes were already adjusted to lower levels of light.

This place is definitely empty.

She stepped outside of her room and closed the door. This corridor was connected to 3 other rooms, which Amelia assumed were a bathroom, some guestroom and probably a main bedroom or a closet. She didn't actually check any of those and instead followed the corridor until she found stairs that lead to the ground floor.

Yeah, let's go downstairs. Maybe my jacket is there. Or at least my bag.

Unfortunately, this didn't turn out to be true. Once on the main floor, Amelia found two other rooms connected to what seemed to be the hall of this house. The one on the right was quite large and nicely furnished living room, while the other one was modernly-looking kitchen along with a dining room. Nearby ornate, dark front door, Amelia found a coatrack. There was also somebody's bag lying next to the door.

Nope, that's not my jacket. But those shoes are totally mine. This is so weird. I can find my underwear, but not my clothes. My shoes are here but my jacket is gone. And where the fuck is my phone?!

Amelia cursed inside her head, frowning in anger as she appeared to have lost her phone. Again. As she stared at the front door of the mysterious house, another brilliant idea simply appeared in her train of thought.

Ugh, maybe at least the neighborhood will look familiar? I can't be that far away from home.

And so, the brunette approached the door and took hold of the doorknob, turning it. What she saw outside caused her pupils to widen in shock. Almost frozen in place, she took a few nervous steps forward as she looked around her general area.

Upon seeing her leave the house, someone in the distance began approaching her.

"What the actual fuck…?"

Hello there! If you made it this far, I'd like to thank you for reading the first chapter of my new fanfic. This is the very first time I've published anything and any criticism or opinion would be helpful. English isn't my native language, but I try my best anyway. I've got a lot of ideas for future chapters and if anyone would like me to continue this story, I will!