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RPOV
My first night at Doreene and John's house wasn't as peaceful as I wanted it. I woke up at 2 in the morning gasping in fright and sweating from the adrenaline running through my body. The nightmare was horrible, mostly because a part of me didn't know what was going on while the other part of me knew what was happening.
In the dream, a man was on top of me. We were in the middle of bushes and he was trying to get the buttons of my shirt undone. I was screaming and thrashing around, trying to get out of the person's grasp. I couldn't see the man either; he was like a shadow hidden by my own mind.
When I woke up, I had trouble figuring out if my nightmares were being created by my own mind, or from memories hidden inside my brain.
It was terrifying, however, because I couldn't move out of the person's hands and I felt like I was suffocating from terror and sobs that wanted to erupt from my body.
I couldn't go back to sleep after that, so I just sat on my bed and let my thoughts run wild. Around six in the morning, having lost track of time, I rolled myself into the bathroom to use the toilet, careful not to wake the other occupants of the house.
Once I was finished, I turned the water on, washed my hands and as I reached for the towel, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.
No matter how many times I have looked at my face, I couldn't get used to seeing the ragged scars that lined my skin. I felt…deformed somehow, like I missing a limb or an eye. My wet finger traced the one long scar that ran from my forehead to my chin, a clear cut. I then traced all of the other little scars that marked my skin, such as a small one above my right eye and a thin cut above my lip. Those were the three major ones but there were also some other cuts and scars around my face that were fading slightly.
My finger moved down my neck, tracing a scar that ran straight down it. How close did my attacker come to killing me? All he had to do was slit my neck and I would be dead.
I lifted my shirt and stared at the markings on my chest. They were disorganized and unordered and were scattered across my whole stomach. None of them hurt, thankfully, but they were all a reminder of how much this person must have hurt me.
I was almost dead, but why would I be in a field? Did he drop me off randomly, thinking I would die anyway with my injuries? Was he through torturing me and raping me, thinking that he has had enough?
And shouldn't I be traumatized right now? I was severely beaten and raped, but I have had no feelings of distress and I haven't sobbed and screamed or even sat there in terror. My memories were lost, and so were my true feelings.
One thing was an advantage though, I felt like I was starting over, or just beginning my life. I didn't remember my life from before, so why not create a new one here? I would remember…hopefully, but as of right now, I was going to live a new life and wait.
"Rose? Are you in there, sweetheart?" I jerked my shirt down and brushed my hair out of my face, trying to put a smile on my face as I opened the door awkwardly, trying not to hit my leg or wheelchair.
"Sorry John," I told him as his face came into view. He gave me a tired smile, obviously just waking up, and patted my shoulder.
"It's alright; I'm not used to someone being up before me." He replied chuckling. I joined in but as we trailed off I realized that he needed to get inside the bathroom.
"Are you already starting work?" I asked him softly, moving out of his way. He sighed and nodded, showing how tired he was but he did release another smile.
"Yes ma'am, as the saying goes...the early bird catches the worm." He laughed again before patting my shoulder and moving into the bathroom. I rolled back to my room and towards my window-seat, grabbing a pillow and blanket on the way.
I rested my head on the pillow and looking out into the rising sun. There was a small fog brushing the ground and I saw a windmill out in the distance turning softly. I stared through the acres of fields, wondering how much they owned, and watched as the sun bit down on the slightly raised corn. As I tilted my head to the right, I saw a cow lying down on the ground and guessed that this was their cow Koko.
As I was looking at the scenery, I heard the screen door open and close before seeing John walking through the yard and towards a small barn to the left. A green tractor rested beside it with a few other vehicles that I couldn't put names to.
I must have closed my eyes, because when I opened them again, the sun was glaring down at me from a high point in the sky. I groaned and moved my stiff leg, feeling a slight pain, and slid myself back into my abandoned wheelchair.
I placed my hands on the wheels and pushed myself out of my room and towards the kitchen. Doreene was sitting at the kitchen table, a coffee mug resting in one hand and a small book sitting in the other.
"Rose," Doreene said, catching my rolling form. I smiled at her and set myself besides her.
"Hi Doreene," I replied, resting my head in my hand as I leaned my elbow on the table.
"How did you sleep Honey?" I smiled at the endearment and shrugged my shoulders.
"I've had better; I'm still having that nightmare." I told her, making her grimace. It was true; I have been having the dream or nightmare since I fell asleep the first night in the hospital.
"Did you see the man?"
"No," I replied disgruntled.
"Don't worry Rose; I'm sure whoever he is will show up at some point." She replied, patting my hand. She believed that I was reliving a memory, but I was stuck in between that and making it up on my own.
"I'm not really worried about it now," I told her, shrugging again.
She didn't reply and we sat in silence for a little bit until she set her book down and looking at me.
"How about I make you something to eat while you get ready and then after you eat we can get going so we can shop." She told me, shifting her chair backwards.
"Sounds good," I said smiling, she nodded and headed to the refrigerator while I moved myself back to my room and grabbed some of the clothes that Doreene had bought me while I was at the hospital.
I changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt, being that I wasn't comfortable showing my arms around anybody yet, and threw my hair up in a bun. As I looked down at my damaged leg, I caught sight of the scars on the other one. There weren't as many scars as there were on my arms and stomach, but they were still there. The worst scarring seemed to be around my ankles and wrist though, like I was struggling with something.
"Here Rose," I jumped as I heard Doreene's voice from the doorway. She walked into the room with a glass of water and two white pills. "The doctor said to take one every morning and before you go to bed. I seemed to forget last night, sorry."
"Its fine Doreene," I reassured, taking the water and pills and swallowing them as needed. She took the empty glass from me and gave me a small smile before walking out of the room once more. I looked once more at the brace on my leg, I was already out of my cast, but I still had to have something on my leg to help it, before wheeling myself towards the door.
"So where are we going first?" I asked her as we got settled into the truck again.
"There are a few shops in town that sell clothes and necessities. They also sell some knick-knacks if you want to decorate your room too." She informed me, waving to John, Jeremiah, Lucas, and Blane as we passed them.
"You don't need to spend all of the money on me Doreene, a few clothes and a toothbrush will be fine by me." She snorted, looking at me before shaking her head.
"Don't worry about it Rose, we want you to feel comfortable here until your memories return," she said smiling. I gave her a weary look but she ignored it entirely.
The whole shopping day ended up being fun. This was a small town, so Doreene knew almost everybody we passed. The store-owners greeted her happily and used her name and, surprisingly, they all shook my hand and gave me big smiles. There were no looks of sympathy and a lot of them were very nice and helpful.
I ended getting all the small things, such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and hair ties. After, she helped me find clothes that would be comfortable like shirts, tank-tops, shorts, jeans, socks, and she bought me some shoes too.
One shop sold a pretty black comforter with red roses on it. I got the matching set and also found a lamp that was black and red with hanging plastic jewels. She bought me some red and black curtains and soon enough we already knew what the design would be for my room.
She bought me some picture frames, telling me that there would be pictures to fill them soon, and she bought a mirror to hand above the dresser.
We walked into one store that had a lot of small things. Doreene walked off to look at something, while I moved myself around the shop, looking at things. I moved towards a small electronic section and I couldn't stop myself from sliding a finger over a beautiful camera that looked expensive. Right as I touched it, however, an image came into my mind.
I saw a beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face was narrow and she had a slight dimple on her left cheek. She was staring at…me? Her eyes were gentle and amused and she was holding out a camera.
"I got you a something Rosie. It's a camera, you can use it to take pictures of things and put them in your room." She said her voice sweet, caring and gentle.
"Really! This is so cool! Can I use it now? Can I take a picture of you?" A little girl's voice rang through the air, and it came out of my mouth. Was this a memory?
"Of course Rosie, but why me?" She asked, kneeling down in front of me.
"Because you are really pretty Aunt Alberta," the little girl…or I said.
The women, Aunt Alberta, smiled at me and gave me the camera. Once I flashed the camera with my small hands my vision darkened and I blinked my eyes quickly.
"Rose? Are you alright honey?" I looked up at Doreene and she was standing in front of me with a worried expression.
"Y-yes?" I told her, though it came out more like a question. She raised her eyebrows and gave me a look. "I think I just remembered something," I told her, my eyes looking back at the camera.
"What did you remember?" She asked, kneeling beside me.
"I remembered a woman, she was beautiful, and I think she was talking to me, when I was younger. She was giving me a camera and I was so excited." I whispered amazed, rubbing my hand across the glossy electronic.
"Do you think cameras were a big thing in your life?" Doreene asked, touching the same camera.
"I don't know, but I have a strong urge to pick this camera up and take a picture." I told her chuckling breathlessly. She picked it up and put it into my hands, making me stare at it amazed.
"How about I get it for you as a gift," she told me smiling. My eyes widened at her and I shook my head fiercely.
"Everything that you have already gotten me is a gift! You don't need to buy this for me! Once I get my legs stronger and I can walk more then maybe I can get a job to pay for it myself but you don't need to do that." She was already walking towards the cashier while I tried hard to catch up with her.
"Can I buy this please?" She asked, handing it the person behind the counter. The man smiled, nodded and went into the back.
"Doreene you really don't have to do this," I told her, but she looked down at me and nodded her head.
"It's a gift Rose, and if it bugs you so much why don't you help me in the kitchen for the next week to make it up. Those boys eat a lot and it's hard for me to do it myself." I looked at her, unsure of her offer, but when she raised an eyebrow; I caved and nodded my head.
"Okay," I said softly, watching as the man came back out with a box in his hand with the picture of the camera on it.
"A memory card is already in the camera, and it only needs to charge and it will be good to go." He said, smiling at Doreene. She returned it and handed him a credit card. He swiped it and handed her the box. "Thank you for your service Doreene."
"Thank you for your help Hector," she replied, walking behind me to push me out of the store. I held the camera box in my hands, staring at it, grateful that I had Doreene in my life.
We stopped at a grocery store and she bought some supplies for the kitchen before paying and getting us back in the car. We started on our way back to her house soon enough.
"I think we got a lot accomplished today, don't you think?" She asked, taping her fingers along to the tune on the radio.
"Thank you again Doreene, you really didn't have to do this for me today." She waved me off and laughed.
"I wouldn't have done this for anybody else," she told me, squeezing my hand. I sighed and smiled back at her.
We were soon driving up the driveway and once we stopped, John and the boys were out helping with the bags, though I told them that I could take some, I wasn't helpless. They let me carry one, small bag. That was it. I glared at them, but they just laughed and walked inside.
It was the first time that I sat around the table with everybody. That night, the boys stayed for dinner and, like promised, I helped Doreene making dinner from where I was seated in my chair. I learned a lot about the boys, learning that shy Lucas was actually engaged to one of the cowgirls in town. Blane was actually different than what appearances for told me he was. He was actually really funny and joked around a lot with Lucas and Jeremiah. Jeremiah also had a sense of humor but he would be the one that made small talk with me and told me secrets about Lucas and Blane that I didn't know. He also told me if the others were lying or not…it was a very entertaining night.
During the dinner, Doreene and John would either talk quietly to themselves or look at the boys with amusement. Doreene would chastise them and John would slyly high-five them when they were being witty.
Once dinner was over, I was sitting in the living room with the 3 boys while Doreene and John sat in the kitchen and cleaned up.
"So Rose," Blane said, after he stopped making fun of Jeremiah, "do you remember anything that happened to you yet?" I stopped laughing and my smile dropped. Jeremiah shoved Blane and gave him a look.
"No, I don't," I replied, looking down.
"Sorry," he muttered softly, obviously looking for a way out of the conversation.
"Don't be, I don't want anybody to think this is a forbidden topic. My feeling won't be hurt because I really don't know of anything to feel." I told them, shrugging.
"So you just woke up in the hospital and were covered in scars?" Blane asked more sure of his question now.
"Yes, but this one," I pointed to the long one on the side of my face; "they said was already there."
"If I ever see that dude I will point my rifle right at his leg and shoot him so that he can't walk, and then torture him slowly." Lucas said, shocking me. He was the shyer one but he had a very determined look on his face and in his eyes.
Jeremiah and Blane agreed with him and I felt my eyes water. One night can change a lot of things. I was already close with these boys and they already seemed protective of me. It was really sweet and it made me happy to see that I had more friends to hang on to.
They left an hour later, each of them giving me a soft hug so they wouldn't hurt me, and then bidding Doreene and John a goodbye and 'see you in the morning boss!"
I took my pills again and then I was telling Doreene and John goodnight myself. I changed into some sleep wear that I had bought, and brushed my hair out. I brushed my teeth and then picked myself up and slipped under the covers carefully.
Once I was done, and the house was quiet, I stared at the ceiling and sighed in content, closing my eyes to dream of my friends, John, Doreene, and the mysterious Aunt Alberta from my memory.
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