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It felt strange, trying to remember things. Andy was so happy that I remembered my name. As if it was some kind of achievement. I honestly was disappointed. I wish I would have remembered something else. My name wasn't important right now, I needed to know other things.
Why was I here? What had I done? My level of mentality didn't match the others around me. I wasn't crazy. I didn't jump around like some lunatic. I didn't eat my food like an animal. I didn't sit near a window and swing back and forth while looking into it. I wasn't scared or sad. However I was angry. Angry at myself for not remembering anything.
Ryan didn't show up today, however that man in the corner was there. Today, he wasn't staring at me. He was looking down at a board game, as if he was playing by himself. Every one was scared of him for some reason. No one dared make eye contact with him. He seemed so dangerous yet so harmless at the same time.
Every inch of my body wanted to get up and sit next to him. He looked so miserable and lonely. Maybe he would somehow trigger my memories, make some of them return. I wanted to at least know his name, why he was here, etc. Small talk.
This was either going to go really well or really bad. But it was worth the try, it was better than sitting here doing nothing. He looked so intimidating and scary, but somehow I knew he was the complete opposite. In fact, he looked completely innocent.
He caught a glimpse of me from the corner of his eyes, walking up to him, he looked up, staring at me. He had the same expression as Andy, why was everyone so miserable around here? My heart thumped loud, my face heating up, I was starting to regret my decision. But that regret disappeared when he gave me a small smile and shifted over, making space for me to sit.
His hair was beautifully shaped up, his jaw was clenched, there was a visible vein on his neck, and my oh my, his forehead. It was big, but it was the right size, almost suited him. I didn't really mind big foreheads but his one, it made me adore them. He had some visible lines of wrinkles on his forehead, and his lips were very plump. He was attractive but mysterious, seemed like there was a whole lot of secrets swarming around in his heart, and I wished he would tell me every single one.
"Hello..." He said, waiting for me to introduce myself.
"Oh, hi, I'm Mia." I said.
He raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised that I even knew my name.
"Hello, Mia, I'm Brendon." He said, holding out his hand, waiting for me to shake it.
My hand made contact with his, a sudden spin occurred in my head, smaller than the one I had when I was with Andy. He knew something. I quickly jerked my hand away, he crossed his eyebrows in confusion as he slowly backed his hand away, tucking it under the desk.
"What are you playing?" I said looking down at the blank piece of paper and two dice.
"Nothing really, I pretend to play something so that no nurse would approach me and ask me to interact with the others." He said, playing with the die.
"Smart tactic." I said.
"So out of all people in the room, why did you choose to sit next to the dark scary loner that no one approached?" He said.
He threw in the killer question. What was I even meant to say?
"I don't know. I approached the stranger who always stared at me, I want to try to know them better, so that next time they stare at me, I know who they are." I replied, pretty impressed with my improvisation skills.
"Well excuse me for staring. But someone should have told you, you are very beautiful." He said.
Good looks and a sweet attitude? Very rare to find. I expected him to be cocky and rude, since no one talked to him, but really, he was actually very nice.
"Thank you." I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"How long have you been here?" He asked.
"I don't know, I feel like I've been here for years, but I only remember being here for two days." I said.
"Hmm, maybe you have lost your memory?" He said.
He talked with confidence, as if he knew exactly what was going on.
"How do you know about all this?" I asked.
"About what?" He said.
"About my memory loss." I replied.
"Well usually, when there are new patients, they give them some kind of injection, wiping away anything they might have known in the past." He replied.
An injection? Could that be what they had done to me.
"I do feel like I have forgotten a lot of things." I replied.
"Well I hope you gain them back soon." He said, giving me a sympathetic smile.
"Can I hold your hand again?" I asked. It sounded weird, but I needed to see if I could remember something.
"Uhh, yeah sure." He said, looking confused.
First, I placed my finger on his palm, closing my eyes, nothing, two fingers, nothing. Finally, I interlocked my fingers with his, a sudden jolt rushing through my body. I definitely knew this man, but where? How? The touch felt familiar, but everything was still so far away, I wanted to remember at least one moment I might have had with him, but again, when I finally started to kind of remember, that throbbing pain in my head came back again. Preventing me from going any further. This time, the impact was strong, stronger than Andy's, it even caused me to let out a small moan of pain. I dug my fingers into my head, trying to make it stop.
"A-are you ok?" His voice echoed, holding me from the shoulders.
The pain wasn't fading away, it was getting worse, all the noise in the room seemed to grow louder, as if I had gained some hearing superpower.
Brendon, picked me up, running out of the room, looking for a nurse. Mia. I heard an old lady voice say, I visioned her in my mind, she looked old, her palms were bandaged, as if they were trying to hide scars. She dug at her palms, screeching, she sat in that prison cell. That prison cell. Andy. Medicine. I couldn't remember her name. Lisa? Elizabeth?
"Stay with me Mia, don't you dare doze off on me." Brendon said, moving a strand away from my face, staring at me.
"What's wrong?" I heard a woman say.
"I-I don't know, she just collapsed out of nowhere, I think it's her head." Brendon said.
I grabbed his shirt, praying for the throbbing pain in my head to go away.
