Written In Our Flames

My New Life

"How are you feeling... Ara?" Overhaul sits next to me, on his bed, as I sit up.

I rub my eyes, groggy and confused. "Weird..." A slight blush spreads across my cheeks when I notice he's shirtless. I shake away that feeling. I do not like this guy.

He smirks when he notices my cheeks are pink. "I didn't know you were that interested in me. " He reaches for my head and I flinch, smacking his hand away.

"I know I don't want you to touch me." I glare at him, my head starting to hurt. I cover my eyes with my hands.

"Is it too bright? The drug tends to hurt in bright light." He gets up and turns the light off. The room goes dark, but I can see him well enough. He pulls on a black button up shirt and adds a white tie around his neck.

"Just leave me alone, I don't want to be involved with whatever you're doing." I scoot back, pulling my knees up to my chest.

He grabs a green coat off of a hook in his closet. Slowly, he slides it on, his back to me. "Well you don't have a choice. But don't you remember? You want to be with me."

"I-I don't...do I?" I look at him, helpless. I can't remember anything about who I am, what I am, or even what I want. Nothing makes sense anymore.

"You do." He pulls on his short white gloves, smiling.

I realize it's the first time I've seen him without a mask, and for some reason I smile.

"What?" His smile turns into a grin.

A sexy grin.

Wait...what? I shake my head again.

"Tell me, Ara."

"I uhm...I've never seen your whole face before."

His eyes widen and he grabs his mask, pulling it on quickly. "A rare occurrence."

I tilt my head, confused.

"Anyways, today's your lucky day. You get to meet everyone else. Not our daughter, but the others."

My heart sinks. "No. I don't want to."

He grabs my wrist, pulling me up. "Yes you do. But you don't want to go looking like that, do you?"

I look at my clothes. They're the same I wore at that shop, but now they're filthy and torn.

"N-no?" I look at him for approval.

He leaves me and walks to his closet, opening the door wide. "Do you want to match with your daughter?"

"I have a daughter?"

He sighs, impatient. "Yes. Now answer my question."

"Yes." I say it quickly, not wanting to upset him.

He hands me a light tan dress, well more like a gown.

I wait for him to leave but he doesn't. "C-can I be alone to dress myself?"

"No."

I turn around, embarrassed. I pull my shirt off, my face turning red, and I pull the gown over my head. Next I pull my pants off from under the gown, my cheeks burning. The second I stand back up, he grabs my arm and pulls me toward his door.

"You'll behave and do as you're told, won't you?"

I nod.

"Why are you red?"

I don't say anything.

"Fine, we can do things the hard way..."

"No!" I say this more as a whimper. "I'm embarrassed. I don't like undressing in front of people I don't know."

"But you do know me."

"I...I do..." I look at the ground, my head spinning.

He lets go of me, walking ahead and beckoning me after him. "Everyone's excited to finally meet you."