Everything is dark. You can't open your eyes, but you can hear people talking somewhere far off. You must be dreaming or something. "Hey," a voice from somewhere close says apologetically. It sounds like Al from what you remember. You try to respond but nothing will come out. You just keep breathing. "I know ya can't hear this, babe, but I'm sorry," Al says, even closer to you. Then, you feel him sit on the end of the bed. "Ya know, ya look kinda cute when you're unconscious," he says sounding happier. He said that you were unconscious. Were you? Maybe you're half asleep. You do that sometimes. Or maybe you're just imagining all of this and Al's not even speaking to you. "Al~!" A voice sounds from another room. The man who called sounded British. You feel Al get up from his spot on the bed. You hear his steps go over to the door. He opens it and whisper-shouts, "Oliver! She's still sleeping! Shut yer damn mouth!" You hear a few steps walking closer to the room your in. You guess that someone's standing outside of the room, but you can't tell because everything is still dark. "Twenty-five cents." the British person, who you figure is Oliver, says. You hear the clinking of, what is most likely, a coin into a jar. "Thank you, Al." The cheery Oliver says. "Oh, and dinners done. Come out whenever you're ready," you hear Oliver turn and walk down a hallway or something. Al's doorsteps come back over to you. You can feel his presence very close to your face, staring at you. You feel him brush a strand of your (h/c) hair off of your face and to the side. "God, she'll never forgive me for this," Al whispers, then you hear him get up, turn, and walk out. Wait, forgive him for what? Isn't Al a great guy? Or was he a terrible one? You can remember running with him in the park. Or was he chasing you? Or vise versa? What happened? 'I could remember earlier, but I can't now,' you think. You're really confused. What happened to your memory? 'Wait. Let's find out what I can remember. I am (y/n). I live in Texas. I have a friend named...? Named what? Whatever, just move on,' you think. 'I go to college... somewhere around here. Umm, I... I don't think I've known Al for very long. Or is he my best friend? Damn, I don't know.' You still have almost no idea what anything is. You can't even remember your favorite color. All of the sudden, your eyes flutter open. You're momentarily blinded by the sudden change if light, but then you adjust to the world. The room is pretty dark, the only light is coming from a small lamp on the nightstand next to you. Other than that, there is no light. You can still see most of the room though. The only furniture is the bed you're laying on, a nightstand, the lamp, a chair in the corner, and a dresser near the foot of the bed. 'The dresser must not be used much,' you think to yourself as you see all the clothes on the ground. The bed has dark red sheets and an even darker red blanket on it. You notice what appears to be part of a bat sticking out of the closet on the opposite side of the room. The clothes on the ground are mostly dark colored, with the occasional white muscle shirt. 'Where am I again? Oh yeah, AL's house... I think,' you think to yourself. You them realize that if you're at Al's house, you're in someone's bed that's not yours. Maybe you're in Al's bed? You don't know. You decide to get up and walk around. You pull off the covers on too of you and put your feet on the ground. You're not wearing any shoes or jewelry. Were you before? Maybe... You turn towards the door and start tiptoeing your way over to it. You touch the cold metal handle and silently turn it. You only open the door enough to look through it with one eye. It appears that you're in a room near the en of a hallway. The door across the hall from you is closed. It's baby blue colored with a fancy written pink 'O' on it. The hall is dark. Not so dark that you can't see where you're going, but dark enough to conceal you from anyone if you back into a corner. There are voices coming from the room on the opposite end of the hallway. The room is lit and you see shadows falling into the hall. There are three... No, four. People in the lit room. The voices all have different accents. You know for sure one is Al. He's the only one that sounds American. Another is Oliver, he's definitely British. Another is Matt. He sounds Canadian you think. The last voice, who you cannot name, is French. "Maybe you should go check on the poppet, Al. She might be awake now," the voice you recognize to be Oliver says. "Yeah, okay. I'll be back," Al says. You hear a chair quietly screech against a wooden floor and. One shadow gets up from it's sitting position and starts waking to the hall. You realize that you shouldn't be up. You close the door without it making a click and run back over to the bed. Your (e/c) eyes shut once the blankets are cob prong you again. "Hey, doll? You up yet?" Al asks asks as you hear the door open. His footsteps come closer to you until you can feel him standing almost over you. He must be leaning down. His hand touches your arm and gently shakes you. "Hmm?" You say as sleepily as you can as your eyes open slightly. "Hey, babe," Al says,"dinner's done if you want some." "Where am I?" You ask in a tired voice as you shut your eyes again. "You're sleeping in my room. Wanna come into the kitchen for dinner? Everyone's waiting for you," Al replies in a sweet voice. Maybe Al is a good person. You can't really remember. Wasn't he your boyfriend? No, maybe your friend? "Hey, what happened? I can't remember anything anymore. You're Al, right?" You ask. Maybe he'd give you some answers. "Uh, how about we go into the kitchen and then I'll answer, okay?" He asks nervously. "Okay," you reply as you sit up. Your legs swing over the side of the bed and you start to stand. You lose your footing and begin to fall. "Whoa!" Al exclaims as he catches you. You feel that he is thin, but very strong. There's not a lot of muscle on him, but he could easily carry you if he had to. "T-thanks," you manage to stutter out as he lifts you back to your feet. "No problem, doll," he replies. He puts his arm around your waist and your arm around his neck. He's not much taller than you. Only about a five inch difference. He opens the door with his free hand and you two walk out together. The hallway feels a mile long because you feel nervous. Maybe the people in the kitchen are mean, or maybe they'll hate you. You always lived in fear of people not accepting you for you. That's why you always changed so much for people. The open kitchen door is just a few feet away. There are still three people in the room eating and talking. You can hear that the French one isn't talking much. Maybe he's the shy type. The British one, Oliver, is almost constantly talking. He's probably very energetic. The last one, Matt, isn't talking too much. He's mostly listening to Oliver. Al and you walk around the corner and everyone stops what they're doing to look at the two of you.
