Chapter 3 - The Awakening

"Uhh!" I moaned as I began to wake in what seemed like days.

"Heya, da goil is up!" My eyes fluttered open, scanning the room. Who was this person?

There was a guy by my side in a small room. He had brown hair that was in a bowl cut, and he had green eyes. He was very familiar to me, but I couldn't think of how I knew him. Suddenly, the door was opened and another guy entered the room. He was fairly tall, and skinny. He wore a gray cap, a blue shirt, and red suspenders. A key strung onto black leather-thread was hanging on his neck, and a black, gold-capped cane was slung into his belt loop.

His hair was of a dish-water blond color, and his eyes were a blue- gray resembling steel. His eyes seemed to burn holes into me, but were beautiful, none the less.

"Wha' do ya want wit me?" I finally spoke in anger.

The blond glared at me, "Us? Look goil, we'se saved ya from dose Joisey bois. You'se lucky we'se were out on a night like dat."

Who did this guy think he was? The other boy was built much bigger, and it seemed like this blond was definitely out of place. "Well, thanks, but I'se gonna be goin'."

"Ya can't leave. Ya crazy goil! You'd nevah survive!"

What in the world was he talking about? "Yes, I can. Its very simple, I'se place me feet 'ere..." Once again the blond was enraged and looked like he would kill. The brunette spoke, seeming like he was keeping us apart, a barrier.

"Don' ya remembah? Can't ya feel it?"

"What are you talking about?" The two looked at each other shocked, but once again they focused on me.

"Ya leg, don' ya feel it?"

"Ya, I'se feel me leg, its still dere."

"No.."

"Blunt!" My attention was diverted to the blond, "Go sell, an' sell a lil' extra fer me." The brunette did what he was told, and left quickly.

"Wha ya doin'?" The other boy had taken a seat on the old sofa next to the bed.

"I'se tryin' tah find out wha's da mattah witchya."

I still couldn't figure out what they had been rambling about earlier. I felt fine. My eyes traced the room, and I saw steps outside the window. I placed my feet on the ground next to the bed, pushing myself up. As I was standing, a sharp pain went up through my leg, "OUCH!"

The boys face lifted and his eyes turned to a sparkling blue with concern. Standing, he rushed to my side, grabbed me, placed me onto the bed, and sat down beside me. "Wha' ya tryin' tah do? Kill yaself?"

"Yeah, like I could do dat by standing. No, I was just gonna look around."

"Ya dumbass, ya naw allowed tah walk around."

"Why not?"
His eyes were once again glassy, "'Cause I'se jist told ya so!"

I quieted, "Why's me leg hoit so much?"

"Ya got a cut, don' ya remembah?" I looked down in hopes of seeing it and was shocked to discover I was not wearing pants. "1. No I don't remember. 2. Where da hell are me pants?"

He threw his arms up in frustration. "1. How do ya not remembah? You'se got soaked real bad. 2. I took 'em off," his face turned into a silly grin.

"I jist don't remembah! And why da hell would ya take me pants off?"

He still continued to grin, and as we continued to scream at one another I noticed him inching closer to me, "I was fixing ya!"

"I bet ya were! Jack ass!" He was grinning but his eyes were still cold, and we were only inches apart.

"Trust me," he whispered, and I continued to move closer, "I would never want a goil like ya!"

I pulled away, "You are ... AHHH! I hate you!"

He shrugged it off, sitting back down. I knew I couldn't go anywhere, so sighing heavily I rested back down onto the bed. "So wha's da mattah wit me?"

"Your a bitch." My eyes shot at him, burning like fire. "I'se think ya got amnesia."

"Wha's dat?" His shoulders dropped in fustration and tiredness, "When ya git soaked so bad dat ya don' remembah nuttin'. Ya head usually hoits real bad too."

I nodded, "Do I evah remembah?"

He shrugged, "I'se don' know. Dey say ya will but I don't know fer how long."

I nodded, and my eyes filled with tears. I wanted to remember things… I wanted to remember everything. I didn't even know my name, now that I thought about it. Who was my family? I wanted a mother, father, brother, sister, dog, cat. Why couldn't I remember so I could go home? I wonder what home is for me. Wait, what could it be like?

"Wha's da mattah?"

I wiped my eyes, "Oh its nothing. Wha's yer name?"

"Me, its Spot Conlon," he sat there for a while as if it was something special.

"Is dat supposed tah mean somethin' tah me?"

"Ya must have amnesia if ya don' know who I am."

I rolled my eyes, "Right. Well, wha's me name?"

"I'se dunno. Wha ya want it tah be?"

I shrugged, "I don' know?"

He placed his hand on his key necklace thinking, "How 'bout Chelsea, an' I'se gonna call ya Vixen."

"I'se like Chelsea, but why Vixen?"

"Well, ya were found on Fox Lane. Ya got a brown wit red color hair. Ya eyes are a gold - brown color. Ya jist remind me of a fox, an' a goil fox is a vixen."

"A'right, I'se guess dat a'do." He stood walking towards the door.

"Where ya goin?"

"Goin' out tah eat. I'se see ya when ya git back." He walked out the door, and it seemed as if I was smacked in the face. 'Chels, this is da real woild. Ya all 'lone in dis woild. Soire, dat guy is 'ere. But 'e ain't family. Ya must be imposing on his family, ya gotta leave. Ya aren't his family, and he don't need ya hangin' 'round.' I thought these things as I lay back on the bed. My eyes were fighting to stay open, and I knew I would be asleep soon enough.