Fuzzy, that is what I see at first. Slowly my eyes come to focus and I find myself in a bed in an unfamiliar room causing automatic confusion. The room is lit up by the warm outside light yet I do not feel the light. I feel dark and cold. There is an emptiness inside; the source of it unknown to me.
I start to stand up but find myself trapped within binds that hold myself to this strange bed.
I begin to struggle and as I do so a strange voice tells me, “Oh good. Look who's up.” He starts to walk into the light and I can sense a hesitation within him. “Now do you want to tell me who your are?”
I try to speak but no words come out. I can’t even manage a simple sound and then I realize that I don’t even know who I am. It is like I was born today; born at this unknown age when I woke in this strange place.
The strange man leans over the bed and comes face to face with me as he says, “Listen. I don’t know who you are or where you came from. Now let’s make this a lot easier for the both of us and why don’t you just answer a simple question as to what your name is.”
Again no words could make their way out of my mouth as I stare into his deep blue eyes. I see intimidation within them but looking deeper I see pain; he hides it well but I can see it.
He gets up sighs then sternly asks, “Can’t you speak?”
Yet again I can’t seem to form words and just lay there silently wishing I could string letters together in order to say something, anything. He rolls his eyes and leaves the room sighing leaving me alone yet again in the dark and cold room.
Lost; lost and alone; lost and alone and scared. What else am I supposed to feel? I have no idea who I am, where I am, or what is happening? I stare blankly at the wooden wall just trying to find some sort of memory. Anything before the encounter with that man. I strain my empty mind to find nothing but the urge to scream yet everytime I open my mouth nothing comes out.
“Screaming won’t do you any good.” I am startled by the deep voice of the man who I find lurking in the doorway. His arms are crossed furiously as he crosses the room towards me. He uncrosses his arms and leans his hands on the bed besides my left side and whispers to me, “I am instructed not to hurt you but this whole not talking act is getting on my nerve. Now let’s try this one more time. What. Is. Your. Name?” He asks the last part in a way to make sure I hear each word clearly.
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I open my mouth and that was it, no sound made its way out.
He sighs, stands up, then goes right up to my face again whispering through gritted teeth, “Listen girl. I am in no mood for games. You are hiding something and I will get it out of you one way or another-”
“James!” An older man interrupts causing the man I know now goes by James to stand up still glaring at me as he walks over to the older man.
They lean in towards each other to chat yet I hear them as if they are right next to me.
“What did I tell you?” The old man asks.
“I know Pa but I can’t get anything out of her.” James says. So that man is his dad.
“We found her in the woods. Who knows what she has been through?”
“She has to know something.”
“You don’t know that. I know you want to find Katherine but scaring a random woman is no way to get your answers. Now I have to take care of some things. I hope I can trust you to not hurt her.” The old man says looking back at me. James sighs and looks down sullenly shaking his head. The old man then leaves me alone in the strange room with James.
After an awkward moment of silence he starts pacing the room in a furious function muttering to himself things I choose not to try to comprehend. His father’s story is still fresh in my mind. I do not believe I was supposed to hear it but I did and now questions race through my empty mind.
I am broken from my trance as James grabs a chair and pulls it beside the strange bed, leaning his chin tiredly on the support of the chair.
He looks down as he says, “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.” His blue eyes look at me with a sadness in them as he continues, “I was focusing on my own problems and didn’t think about all you must have gone through.” I give him a forgiving look as I’ve learned by now no words will come out of my mouth if I try to speak and he continues, “Let’s start over. My name is James. What is your name?” His tone becomes less depressed with those last two sentences and his eyes light up a bit but that did not last as no sound could make it’s way from my vocal cords. His face dropped and he walked towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and hesitated but then continued out of the room.
Yet again I am left alone, bound to the bed in this strange house not knowing who I am or where I came from. Not being able to speak the thoughts and questions that race through my mind empty of memories.
