The Chapters

Chapter Four

So how exactly did a guy like Albin take you out again?

"I have a feeling you're implying something," I say as I collapse back on the bed in room 6. "I just don't know what."

He doesn't seem like the type you'd associate with.

"I don't think he was always like that..."

Anything?

I think hard, trying to remember if anything in his voice or name triggered my memory.

So no.

"No."

I stare up at the wooden ceiling. The yellow light-bulb above my head isn't giving me any ideas. Neither is the mess in here, which is bothering me quite a bit.

Oh, come on, don't be a neat freak. I hate it when they go all OCD.

"I am not going all OCD. I don't even know what OCD stands for."

Then how do you know you're not being it? OCD is you.

"I'm not a series of letters."

Yes, you are, you protest as I get up and begin picking up clothes that were tossed haphazardly on the floor. M-I-C-A. Wait, don't tell me you're actually cleaning up.

"A) My name doesn't define who I am." I pick up a white shirt with a stain on it and put it through the sniff test, throwing it on the bed as 'decent'. "B) It's my room, so I should at least do myself a favour while I'm here."

'While I'm here'. You're the one who wanted to be here in the first place.

"Yeah, but..." I let my voice trail off and throw a stray sock in the corner of the room.

I'm not even sure this is your room.

"And why's that?"

When you called it that, Ruka almost corrected you.

I pause and think back. "I guess so. But she didn't correct me in the end. What's your analysis on that?"

She's probably trying to get you to remember naturally.

"Right." I go to the bed where the pile of moderately clean clothes are and start folding them. "Then who's room is this?"

I can practically feel you thinking. Keon's? He was right outside the door, asleep.

"... I don't think so. I think he was just watching me."

Creepy, you can't help but put out. But if you say so.

"If it's not my room, I shouldn't be moving stuff around," I muse as I open up the lowest drawer in the small dresser. "But if it is, no big de - Holy shit!"

The drawer is completely empty, save for a sleek black firearm. I stare at it for a full ten seconds, my blood frozen. For a second I think I remember something, but the only think I can recall is the ice in my veins.

Are you okay?

I close the drawer silently. "Why is there a gun in here?" I ask in a flat voice.

I don't know. It must belong to whoever's room this is.

"Then this is definitely not mine."

You know, most people don't swear where they see a gun in a drawer. It's not like it jumped at you.

It might as well have. Even without the memories, I can tell that seeing a gun here is a shock for me.

"When do you think Ruka's going to come by?" I ask out loud.