There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go."

-Richard Bach

There are some points in your life where you recollect past memories in order to comprehend the situations and ties you are presently in. Piecing together the random fragments of information you remember to make sense of the confusing mess that has erupted in the present.

Sometimes this is easier said than done…..

As I lie here in this foreign bed, staring ahead at the unfamiliar walls and dressers that reach my line of vision, I gaze in wonder;

What happened….

Where am I….

How did I end up like this….

Still in a state of shock, I did the only thing my immobile body would allow me to do. I pulled the covers over my head and tried with all my might to convince myself that this is just a horrible nightmare that I'll wake up from any moment.

Any moment….

Unfortunately, the ability to close my eyes has become a luxury at this moment. My mind would not allow this as it was still trying to wrap itself around the bits and pieces of last nights images in order to make sense of what was wrapped around my body now.

As the wandering hand caressed my naked skin, resting itself on my breasts, I lie here. Too afraid to roll over and unmask the owner of this alien hand. I wanted to scream, yell at the top of my lungs. But it seems, along with my eyes, I have control over that part of my body.

It's weird how the body reacts to surprise. You want to move, even tell yourself to do something, anything, even if it's only screaming out of fear. But all you do is stare, your body completely numb as you watch the events that dance in front of your eyes.

Doing something and wanting to do something can make all the difference in a fight. But what if it's not a fight. What if it's about love and marriage? What are you to do then? Stand in shock, waiting for something to happen, or take action. They say that love and hate go hand in hand. Both polar opposites that are strong emotions of the heart, but where do you draw the line between them and how do you know when you go from hating someone to loving them?

So here I lay, still in a state of shock, no weapons at reach to defend myself. Not even the ability to scream let alone enough energy to defend myself against this person pressing themselves closer to my still naked body.

All there is left to do is try and remember how this all began.

Thought I would try something different with this act. Kinda like a vision into the future then a recap of the past to explain everything. I hope this makes sense. I know they do these types of things in movies and books (though a lot better than me) so this isn't anything new.

Anyway, let me know how it went. I'm aiming for a faster update next time. But by now we all know I'm a lying bitch. Give me some comments and feedback, though, and I become your whore XD