Retracing The Steps (English Version) DRTS#2

Chapter 2

Love

When I woke up, I heard two voices exchanging words. At first, I couldn't fully comprehend what they were saying, but as my hearing adjusted, the conversation became clearer.

"She is suffering from the most common type of amnesia. Selective. She can remember some parts of her past but not her memories before and after the incident..."

That voice belonged to a woman, older than me.

"So, you're saying that she's really getting away with this?" another voice, presumably Troi, questioned.

That's what his friend, Syg, calls him. I didn't realize my mind paid attention to their names. I just couldn't remember earlier because I was too afraid and confused.

"I wanted to see her suffer!" Troi exclaimed impatiently, still angry for reasons unknown to me.

"You deal with it, Troi. Don't take justice into your own hands..." the woman advised.

I heard a scoff in response.

"I'll decide on that, Aunt..."

The voices faded away, and all I could hear was the sound of a door closing. Knowing I was alone, I opened my eyes. I tried to force my body to sit up.

To my surprise, the man who had caused my fear earlier was walking towards me. His expression was dark, causing me to hesitate and almost want to retreat back into lying down.

As he approached, I was on the verge of screaming in fear. He noticed it and only smirked.

"Too afraid, huh?" he sarcastically asked.

I lowered my gaze. He raised the bed I was lying on since it had adjustable controls, and muttered, "How lucky you are."

I listened quietly, afraid to look into his angry eyes. How could I possibly be lucky? I didn't have a family. He said I had been in an accident and now had a brain injury. Where was the luck in that?

"Can... Can I go home?" I timidly asked.

Maybe he wasn't a kidnapper after all. Perhaps he had some mercy, despite his anger towards me. But my hopes were crushed.

"You can't," he answered without hesitation.

"You'll stay here until I say so," he added.

At that moment, I looked up, questioning why. Why did he act as if he had bought my life and had the sole right to make decisions? The desire to humble myself earlier had disappeared, replaced by growing anger towards him.

"This is not a hospital," I stated firmly.

"This is considered kidnapping. Even if I don't have parents, this is considered kidnapping!" My voice grew louder.

Sarcasm and amusement filled his eyes.

"Oh, really?" he playfully yet dangerously asked.

"You have no right to restrict me..." I trembled as I pointed at him. I was losing control of my emotions. If he was truly a bad person, he might just kill me!

"I have more than just rights..." his voice responded coldly.

A smirk formed on my lips, despite the fear overwhelming my chest.

"Why...?" I stared at him intently. "W-who are you?"

His jaws clenched.

"You know it's fucking frustrating to see you alive..." he said angrily.

I remained silent. This man seemed to harbor an intense hatred towards me, beyond measure.

"But then death is also not enough punishment for your crime."