Chapter Two: Strange Places, Strange People
I wake up lying on a bed in a strange house, looking out a strange window. The first thing I think of is my ankle. I reach for it and notice it is all tingly and wrapped up.
At first it was a relief but then I thought who the heck wrapped my ankle and where the hell am I? I look around and all I see is a white room with a white dresser and a white window seat. Even the paintings on the walls were white and grey. I started to think I am in some kind of mental home when the door opened. That's when I first saw him.
He was about six feet tall and gorgeous. His blonde hair was falling over his beautiful blue eyes. His black shirt clashed against the white walls which made me look at him more. He had that look about him that makes him look… Bad. He seemed like the kind of guy who every girl falls for, but in the end he breaks her heart. I had a feeling in the back of my mind that this happened to me, but everything was fuzzy.
The amazing guy spoke, "Maya! You're awake! I was so worried about you!" His face was shining like this was the best that ever happened to him. He looked at me like he loved me and this was the first time seeing me in a long time. He seemed… nice. Right then I started to change my mind about this guy.
I was wondering who he was talking to. Was my name Maya? Did I know this awesome guy? At this moment, I notice that I cannot remember anything that happened before this morning. I wasn't even sure if I could speak.
With a scratchy slow voice I spoke too, "Hi? Um.. I was wondering.. Are you talking to me?" His face automatically dropped faster than I could imagine. His beautiful sparkling eyes were covered immediately with his blonde hair. He was still dreamy, but he just seemed… crushed.
Then the gorgeous guy suddenly yelled, "Mom! Dad! Come fast! She doesn't remember me!" His voice was even dreamy. When he spoke, it was like a song that was calling my name.
Two more people walked into my small white washed room. There was a man with jet black hair and a woman with the same blonde hair as the boy. Their faces were very worried and they look scared as hell. As the boy was explaining everything, I noticed something on his right forearm. It looked like a scar that moved from his wrist around his elbow and up into his rolled up sleeves. I was tempted to ask what happened when the man said the scariest thing. "She hurt her head. We need to get her help. And fast."