Author's Note: This isn't an adaptation, just a bit of an idea rip off.
Each chapter from Sydney's POV starts where Sydney forgets, so if a chapter
ends suddenly, it means in the next chapter she won't remember what
happened in the prior one. I hope that made sense (.
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I open my eyes and yawn, sitting up, pulling the sheet close to myself; I notice I'm not where I should be. I think back, I should be in Greece, but wait- I hit my head didn't I?
Okay, I was on a solo mission. A simple get in, grab a disc and get out. Vaughn and I were communicating through an earpiece, I got in a fight with a security guard and I got slammed head first into a wall. That's all I remember, how did I get here? And where is here? I hear someone clear there throat near the doorway, I look over and theres Vaughn.
"Vaughn what happened?" I ask while he moves to sit on the chair next to the bed. I suddenly realize I'm naked, sitting next to Vaughn, in a bedroom. Oh my.
"You bumped your head in Greece and it caused a memory problem." Vaughn says, drawing my attention away from the fact of my nakedness.
"Well it's not amnesia, I remember you."
"It's a form of amnesia, yeah."
"What is it?" It can't be that bad if I remember Vaughn, and I remember everything else.
"You can't make short term memories." Vaughn says, I look at him and laughed.
"Your joking right? You watched that weird Memento movie last night or something, right?" I look in his eyes. I've always trusted Vaughn, no real reason for why I trusted him, I just did. His eyes mirror so many emotions; pain, fear, anger, aggravation and something else, something I'm not sure of. "Where am I?" I ask frustrated.
"My place. If you want to get dressed-" Oh yeah, I'm naked; I grab the sheets tighter to myself. "I'll leave you alone to do that. Your clothes are in the top three drawers of the dresser and theres some more of your clothes in the left side of the closet."
"Okay." I say, still trying to comprehend everything. He gets up; he looks like he doesn't want to, and leaves closing the door behind him. I get up with the sheet wrapped around me and rummage through the draws and pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I get dressed quickly then out of curiosity look through the other drawers in the dresser. Men's clothes, Vaughn's presumably. He's a boxer's man, expensive boxers at that, I pull a pair or two out in my efforts to dig to the back of the drawer. Nothing. I close the drawer and head out the bedroom door.
Where the bedroom floor was carpet the hall is hardwood, the closest doorway looks to go to a living room so I go there.
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Next chapter will be a while, hope you don't mind the wait. (
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I open my eyes and yawn, sitting up, pulling the sheet close to myself; I notice I'm not where I should be. I think back, I should be in Greece, but wait- I hit my head didn't I?
Okay, I was on a solo mission. A simple get in, grab a disc and get out. Vaughn and I were communicating through an earpiece, I got in a fight with a security guard and I got slammed head first into a wall. That's all I remember, how did I get here? And where is here? I hear someone clear there throat near the doorway, I look over and theres Vaughn.
"Vaughn what happened?" I ask while he moves to sit on the chair next to the bed. I suddenly realize I'm naked, sitting next to Vaughn, in a bedroom. Oh my.
"You bumped your head in Greece and it caused a memory problem." Vaughn says, drawing my attention away from the fact of my nakedness.
"Well it's not amnesia, I remember you."
"It's a form of amnesia, yeah."
"What is it?" It can't be that bad if I remember Vaughn, and I remember everything else.
"You can't make short term memories." Vaughn says, I look at him and laughed.
"Your joking right? You watched that weird Memento movie last night or something, right?" I look in his eyes. I've always trusted Vaughn, no real reason for why I trusted him, I just did. His eyes mirror so many emotions; pain, fear, anger, aggravation and something else, something I'm not sure of. "Where am I?" I ask frustrated.
"My place. If you want to get dressed-" Oh yeah, I'm naked; I grab the sheets tighter to myself. "I'll leave you alone to do that. Your clothes are in the top three drawers of the dresser and theres some more of your clothes in the left side of the closet."
"Okay." I say, still trying to comprehend everything. He gets up; he looks like he doesn't want to, and leaves closing the door behind him. I get up with the sheet wrapped around me and rummage through the draws and pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I get dressed quickly then out of curiosity look through the other drawers in the dresser. Men's clothes, Vaughn's presumably. He's a boxer's man, expensive boxers at that, I pull a pair or two out in my efforts to dig to the back of the drawer. Nothing. I close the drawer and head out the bedroom door.
Where the bedroom floor was carpet the hall is hardwood, the closest doorway looks to go to a living room so I go there.
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Next chapter will be a while, hope you don't mind the wait. (