Chapter 4: Memory Loss
I woke up the next morning in my bed. My head hurt and I felt like I had a hangover. I was sore all over. Musta had too much to drink last night, I thought. I got up but was overcome by a wave of nausea and dizziness. I decided to go back to bed.
I woke up once again to the sound of a phone ringing. I found it and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked groggily.
"Marron, where the hell are you? It's Michiko's day off, and only Lizzie's here. It's freaking packed! Lizzie is all by herself and--"
"Huh? Lizzie?" The name sounded familar...Michiko? Did I know her too?
What's wrong with you, Marron? I need you here right now or--"
"Sorry--" I yawned "--wrong number." I climbed back into bed. I ignored the phone as it rang over and over. I fell asleep.
I woke up or good at around three o' clock. My head didn't hurt as much. But I was extremely hungry. I opened the refrigerator and saw a bottle of ketchup. Something popped into my mind: Looks like I'll be eating out for breakfast. For some odd reason I remembered saying that. Otherwise my mind was blank. What was going on? Why couldn't I remember anything?
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Lizzie?" I asked, hoping it was someone who could tell me what was going on.
"Marron, it's Trunks. Where were you last night? I was worried that you tried to kill yourself again...you didn't answer the phone all morning. I was about to call the cops." My mind was reeling. I tried to kill myself? Who was this "Trunks"? How does he know me?
"What?" He paused.
"Are you okay? You sound...funny."
"I don't know. Who's this again?"
"Are you serious? It's Trunks."
"Do I know you?" He paused again.
"What's going on, Marron?"
"Marron?"
"Stop kidding around."
"Are you that guy that called me before?"
"What guy? Marron, you're scaring me. I'm coming over."
"Wha--" Click. He hung up. I did too, and sat down. My name's Marron? Who's Trunks? An image came into mind of a boy with black hair and intense blue eyes. Maybe that's Trunks! Oh Kame, I hope so, I can't remember anything! I jumped when I heard a knock on the balcony door. I saw a purple-haired boy standing there...a very handsome purple-haired boy, I might add. But how did he get on my balcony? I opened the door. "Jack?" I asked. That name sounded so familar....
The purple-haired boy stared at me. "What'd you just call me?"
"Jack. Is that your name? Kame, I can't remember anything! I woke up today and my mind was completely blank! I'm so confused!"
"You're not kidding...are you?"
"I'm being completely serious! I don't know what's going on!" My eyes filled with tears. "I don't even know who I'm talking to right now! Why is this happening?" I started sobbing. He stood there for a moment, taking it all in. Then I felt his muscular arms wrap around me and pull me to his chest. He soothed me, wiping my tears and telling me everything would be alright. We held each other long after I stopped crying. Trunks...yes, that was him, Trunks...kissed my forehead.
"I'll figure out what's going on, okay? Do you remember anything at all?"
"Yes...someone named Jack. He has black hair, blue eyes, maybe half a foot shorter than you...."
"Oh. Him. You met him yesterday. I really don't trust him, there's just something about him that I don't like. Anything else?"
"Starting tonight, it's all over."
"What?"
"I remember that. Distinctly. Someone must've said it to me."
"It doesn't sound like a very nice thing to say," Trunks said. "Anything el--"
Suddenly the earth began to shake. Not violently, but enough that it knocked over things. My stomach felt like someone was ripping it apart. I clutched it and collapsed to the ground. I cried out, fresh tears running down my face.
"Marron!" Trunks exclaimed.
"Oh Kame...stop, please, stop the pain...stop!" The pain went away. And so did the earthquake.
Trunks stared at me in awe and confusion.
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I couldn't explain what had happened. The very second the earthquake started I felt hot, searing pain in my stomach. I screamed for it to stop, and it did. Along with the earthquake. Trunks didn't understand either.
He took me out to lunch and told me about his family, my family, friends...hoping somehow it would refresh my memory. It did sound familar, but I didn't recall anything. I was still confused about our conversation on the phone, and I asked him,"Trunks? When did I try to kill myself?" He hesitated, and took a bite out of his sandwich. Trunks swallowed it and looked at me.
"Two days ago." I shook my head.
"Why?"
"I guess you thought you were alone or something...that's how I felt." I stopped sipping my soda.
"What?" He looked down.
"Nevermind."
"Tell me."
"Some other day." The check arrived and he paid for the meal. "C'mon, I'll walk you home." We went outside. The sun was setting. I guess it was more of a dinner than a lunch. We walked silently for a few minutes. I knew Trunks was supposed to be someone I knew all my life, but there was so much mystery about him. He was strong on the outside, but for the inside I wasn't so sure. In his beautiful eyes I saw sadness. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Something else I remembered.
"Will you be okay?" Trunks asked as we neared my apartment building.
"I don't know." We went inside and started walking up the stairs. We made it to my apartment.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" Oh, Kame, I did! He was handsome and sweet and kind...but I didn't want him to think of me as needy and hopeless.
"Thanks, but I'll be okay." Trunks nodded.
"I should tell my mother --Bulma-- about this. She might know what to do."
"Okay." He hesitated then, not knowing what to do next. He quickly kissed my cheek and started walking away.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" he called back. I smiled and went inside. Did I like him before I lost my memory? The phone rang, and I ran over and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Marron. It's Jack."