Chapter 13: Wake Up before You Lose Your Mind

I open my eyes to pure darkness. Left without sight to rely on, my ears became my primary sense. All I can do is listen closely to my surroundings, to the audible, almost unrecognizable haunting sounds.

Wake Up

All you need to do is wake up.

Those forewarning words echoed constantly through my mind. I wanted to scream out for the voices in my head to stop. But I couldn't, my mind has been in an idle state in which seemed like an eternity.

I can't be alive; I must be in hell. I don't remember how I got this way - I don't know what caused my demise or why I'm here.

All I can do is listen to these voices trying to depict my life, shredding the rest of my dignity piece by piece.

"You were a disappointment. You could have saved your mother but instead you ran away like the coward you were. You wanted her to die. You should've been the one who died, you unworthy soul." The crude and unhallowed voice spouted.

"You will never find pure love, you adulterated whore. You will die alone."The reprimand tone snapped at me.

"You're a loser, a failure, you won't amount to anything. You should just give up now." The pompous voice laughed at me.

"Your father hates you. He wished you were never born. You have been a nuisance from the very beginning, you insolent girl."The forbidding voice growled.

These aggressive voices took much pleasure criticising all aspects of my life. I couldn't ward them off, I was too weak. They want to break my spirit.

I needed to get out of this hell. I can't let this consume me. Why can't I just be gone from this earth and end this suffering. I'm broken, scared and I just want my sanity back.

WAKE UP

ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS WAKE UP!

My eyes shot wide open. The voices from my head dispersed. My eyes darted around to find myself in an unfamiliar room. I could feel my heart beat, my breath exhaling from my lungs. I wiggled my fingers and my toes and sat up in the bed I was in.

I could no longer hear the voices, I'm awake.

I can't be alive, can I? This must be another level of my own hell I have to endure.

Disorientated, I pushed the maroon satin covers off my body to reveal a white nightie clothing me. I pushed myself off the bed, only to have my legs cave in, making me stumble down to my hands and knees. I could feel the feeble pain shoot up my legs and wrists from the impact of my fall.

"Am I... alive?" I muttered to myself while raising my palms off the floor, staring at them in amazement.

With the available strength I had, I crawled back towards the bed, using it as support to get back on my feet. I looked around the room, now aware of my surroundings. This room was rather spacious, with a queen sized bed and maroon painted walls that matched the sheets on the bed. The room appeared dark, with the only window of the room covered by a thick black curtain, avoiding any light to come through.

With guard, I walked towards the window and slightly pushed the curtain to the other side, giving me room to look through outdoors. The sky was overcast, dark and gloomy. I couldn't see any viable life outside, making it difficult for me to figure out where I was. I leaned up against the window, staring at the outside in a trance.

"I see you're finally awake, Miss Rose." An unfamiliar voice broke my stupor.

I looked over to see a middle-aged man standing near the doorway of the room. He had short black hair, hazel eyes, and glasses and around the height of 5'7. He walked over towards me, getting a hold of my arm to check my pulse and my other vitals.

"I'm your doctor; you can call me Dr. Kussow."The doctor smiled at me with reassurance.

"...Where am I?" I asked faintly to my doctor.

"You're in the Mishima Zaibatsu, you have been here for a couple of months since your accident."

I blinked a few times disconcerted over that revelation. The Mishima Zaibatsu rang a few bells but my accident I failed to remember.

"What is the last thing you remember, Miss Rose?" The doctor placed his gentle hand on my shoulder. "

"I—I.." I rubbed my temple to jog my memory. "I don't know everything seems cluttered, I can't remember anything."

"Do you know your name, birthday, family? You could be suffering from post-traumatic amnesia."The doctor sat me down on the chair that was in situated in front of the mirror.

"... My name is... Viola, Viola Rose. My birthday is in June..." I carefully said, recalling who I was. "My parents... My parents never loved me."My voice dropped in despair, looking into my reflection in the mirror.

The memory of my parents made my blood boil, the anger personified me. I clenched up my fists, holding back my resentment of them. The very thought of my father, infuriated me even more. Something I just couldn't apprehend why I hated the man.

"Dr. Kussow, I've just received word that Mr. Kazama would like to see your patient."A member of the Zaibatsu came to the door, bowing down to the doctor.

I moved my head towards the messenger, tilting my head in curiosity. "Mr. Kazama, as in... Jin Kazama?"

I repeated the name again in my head. Jin Kazama, the name seemed so familiar and affirmative.

"It would be ideal not to overload her memories since she has just woken up, but it's up to her if she wishes to see him."The doctor looked over at me, waiting for my consent.

I pushed myself off the seat and nodded my head. "I would like to see, Mr. Kazama. I accept his invitation."

A/N: I've seen a surge of views since my last chapter which I find interesting haha But don't be afraid to review or tell me what you think. The story is becoming much darker, especially Viola 'losing' part of her memories. Since I've getting into Tekken 6, there will be a few more chapters till the end. eek!