A fog began to lift and drowsily I tried opening my eyes. I was immediately blinded by bright lights. I tried again more slowly and the room began to focus. It was a little painful but I was more shocked as I took in my surroundings.
I lifted my sore body off the bed slowly and felt a breeze hit me as I sat up.
"Oh my god!", I exclaimed as I realized I'd had the sheet covering me...and only the sheet.
I looked around and found a pair of clothes by the bedside table and put them on. A black t-shirt, a pair of dark grey sweats, white socks, and underwear. I looked down and realized there were sneakers to and put them on quickly.
I was feeling a lot better now and got up off the bed. I took in the completely white walls and single bed. Everything was white and sterile. Even the light bulb.
But there were a couple problems. One more alarming than the last.
One: I didn't know where I was.
Two: I couldn't see the door.
Three: If the bandages and injuries are any clue, I'm supposed to be in a hospital or resting at home.
Four: This isn't a hospital.
Five. Well. I didn't want to think of it but I have to face the reality of my situation.
I have completely and absolutely no idea who I am. Well. This is scary.
I shivered and quickly tried to think and come up with something. Have I been inducted by aliens? Is there a mass epidemic of complete memory loss? Am I coming up with ridiculous answers in order to stall reality and not think about how the fear is starting to sink into my bones?
I was reluctant to agree with that last thought. But my denial was immediately revoked as I heard rattling on the other side of the dresser.
A grunt resounded from the other end and the dresser SEPERATED FROM THE WALL TO CREATE SOME SORT OF SECRET ENTRANCE! I was so flabbergasted at the thought that I only gawked as the man walked into the small room.
He looked straight at me and smirked.
"So," he said in a deep (menacing?) voice, " Sleeping Beauty's finally up. He's going to be very happy. You seem to be alright."
I shivered. His words were strangely dark and there was something off about them, and him in general. I could feel it in my gut.
Strangely though, I found him fascinating. He was the first person to talk to me and seemed to have answers. The answers I need. Not only that, but he was handsome-
I know what you're thinking but I don't go gaga over ever pretty face(at least I think I don't). There's just something about this man. It's as if he had some sort of magnetism.
- in a predatory way.
He sported a long trench coat in the color of dried blood. Tacky description but it was the easiest-and quickest- analogy I could come up with, taking him in quickly. A black shirt, pants, and combat boots completed his ensemble. He had deep set eyes in a pale, green color. They were set in an angular, feline shaped face from which sprouted hair the color of fire. It was thick and reached his temples in a careless tousel. His mouth looked like it was made for taunting weaker prey. Surrounding that and the lower half of his face was a small beard. It made him look all the more devious and powerful.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anym- wait. Where AM I from? I was cut of from my inner thoughts as he drew closer.
He stood in front of me, examining me. It was clinical, I could tell by the cold briskness by which he did it. After he was done he looked up at me and said, "Come along then Stephanie. We have to take you to him now. He knows you're up." He waited until I started moving towards the secret entrance and moved behind me, matching my pace. But I was too distracted by what he had just said to truly let anything else phase me.
I have a name! And it's Stephanie! I giggled. Its a nice name. Stephanie... do I have a last name? Family? A boyfriend? A husband?...children? I shivered at the though and felt something heavy settle in my gut as I considered the possibility.
I didn't know, but I was going to find out.
