My brother exits the car on his side, and I follow his example. "How early does school start tomorrow?" I ask him as he unlocks the doors and disengages the security system. He looks at me strangely. "There is none. Tomorrow's Saturday." He answers, "and I think mom would prefer that you weren't going to school right now. A relaxing environment is best for regaining memories." "...oh," I say, unhappily. The doors open again, and my parent step through. "So, did we decide on France, or Italy?" My mom says to my dad. "Neither," Interrupts my brother, "we should just stay home."
"She has a few memories in those places."
"She probably forgot how to speak those languages." She turns to me and says, in French, then Italian, "do you understand me?" "Yes," I reply, "but I don't know how to answer you."
"Well?"
"Maybe at a later date, just not now." My stuff is dropped by the door. While my family has a heated discussion over whether I should travel the world in my current state, I look around. The floor is a smooth marble tile, and walls are painted lavender, with painted swirls as the trim. On the walls are many hooks, which I hang my bags on quickly. The five foot wide hallway I'm in goes on for about six more feet, then it opens into a large living room. I tap my mom on the shoulder. "Can I explore?" I ask her. She says yes, so I cross the length of the hallway to the room at the end.
There's a semicircular couch in the middle of the room, facing a large flat screen tv. The couch surrounds a glass coffee table, on top of which is a stained glass vase filled with different colored roses. On the walls, there are pictures of me. I look closely at one. It's me at a school book fair, volunteering. Im dressed in loose fitting dark jeans, a black jacket, and a dark grey beanie over a black haired wig. Im not smiling. Most pictures, as I look around, I'm not smiling in, except one. I'm in elementary school. My hair is in a bun, and I'm wearing a light blue dress with a ribbon tied in a bow tie around my waist. A matching ribbon is tied around the outside of my bun. Im holding hands with another girl, she has brown hair, which is curled and hanging down her back, and is wearing a matching blue dress. One of the ribbons are tied around her waist, and the other is used in place of a headband. We're at a park.
My brother steps behind me. "You were cute that day." He says. I smile slightly and ask, "do you think I'll regain my memories quickly?" He just pats me on the head and gives me a tour of the rest of the house. During which, we pass a door, that my brother says is the broom closet, but it's locked.
The kitchen is huge, with two six burner stoves and double ovens. You could fit an entire thanksgiving dinner in the fridge, with space for your usual amount of food. The patio has a table and three chairs surrounding it, and the sun shines through a window nearby. There is an office, art room, another living room, a music room, etc...
My bedroom stuns me the most, although I wasn't too surprised by its theme. Black. The entire room is black. thankfully, the walls are white; mom must have forbade me from painting them black. the floor is a dark hardwood, and so is my desk, but my desk is slightly lighter. On the desk is a laptop.
I hesitantly flip it open; the desktop is, surprisingly, picture of a little golden puppy chasing a ball through a field of wildflowers. "Aw! So cute!" I squeal, then close the laptop and continue looking around the room. My bed has black sheets and a black comforter, with a velvet like texture, and my closet is full of black clothing. As I ruffle through the clothing, my hand doesn't ht the back, so I continue farther. Maybe there is another row of clothes?
I'm wrong. This is not another row of clothes, it's another room. Instead of back, everything is brightly colored, and the dresser and closet show very girly clothes, that are my size! The floor is a polka dotted carpet, the walls are lavender, and I am utterly overjoyed. This is the type of room I like. I open a door to my right, unlock the door so I can get in another time, and come out of the broom closet, which used to be locked. I laugh and enter the black room again.
Mom makes a dinner of what are supposed to be my favorite foods. Laid out on the table are Caesar salad, cheese covered broccoli, Fettuccine Alfredo, brown sugar glazed carrots, mashed potatoes made of sweet potatoes, and many more foods. My brother takes my plate and fills it with a little of each food. Hesitantly, I take a bite of the mashed potatoes, and not surprisingly, I like it. I also like the broccoli, and salad. I enjoy dinner very much.
Instead of sleeping in the all black room, I go into the brightly colored room to sleep after they leave.
The comforter is soft, and my head melts into the fluffy pillow with ease.
I'm wearing all black, standing next to spike and Momo. Both myself and my thoughts stay silent, even as Kyle walks past me sneering. Through my depressed haze, I glare darkly at him. Why am I depressed? In class, I stay silent, giving the impression of stupidity, while the answers swim through my head. Why don't I say the answers? My face displays no emotion, even as the class pet, a kitten, crosses my path. However, one girl in class, has a prosthetic leg; she makes me sad, like it's my fault. Is it? Class ends, but there's a beeping instead of the school bell. I exit the room, and my eyes flip open. I'm awake.
I locate the area where the beeping comes from; it's my alarm, so I turn it off and sit up. "Strange dream," I say to myself. I remove my legs from underneath the still warm covers, and they dangle over the edge. The toes of my bare feet brush against the cool carpet. Is everyone up yet, or should I go back to bed?
I decide to prepare for the day, because I am already awake. I walk out of the broom closet with my bright blue nightgown hanging loosely on my slight frame. " you're up," comments my brother, " and you came out of the... locked broom closet?" I sigh tiredly and open the door for him to see. he's surpised, I notice, then head into the bathroom to take a shower.
The warm water run down my back like millions of streams headed toward a river, blanketing me in warmth as if there were no cold in the world. quickly, I wash my hair, rinse out the suds, condition my hair, which I noticed hadn't been washed in ages. afterward, I stepped out and toweled off. I ran back into my room when I realize I didn't bring clothes with me. how could I forget?
I pull a saphire pink dress from the closet. It is knee length with slight ruffles at the bottom, and only a thin strap to hold it up. I fall in love with it, so I put it on and match it with a pair of light pink heels; I stand in front of the full body mirror. the look is slightly put off by my wet hair.
I hear talking outside my door, and my mother and brother come through the closet. "you look lovely." she says. "Your friends want to show you around the city, would you like like to go?" she says 'friends' with distaste. "and that other boy is here to," her eyes lighten up. "sure," I answer, then go to dry off my hair.
author's note
where should she go first?
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Dodgeball amnesia
Teen FictionA girl named Kat is hit in the head with a dodgeball. She wakes up in the nurses office, thinking, "who am I? And why am I wearing such dark clothes?"
