Murder on the Dance Floor [K. Saiki]

2. You're a Wizard, Harry

"So you're saying she has amnesia?"

Blinding lights flickered above you, humming softly as electricity coursed through the wires acting as veins inside the hospital's walls. The chilling air pricked and clawd at your exposed body causing the hair on your nape to stand tall. Your palms were firm against your thighs as your nails threatened to dig themselves into the thin fabric of the gown you'd been given.

Gaze lingering solemnly on the ground below your feet you almost found it funny how the white tiles plastered on the floor provided more comfort than the three bodies that accompanied you in the room. Only you could assume the reason for such ludicrous thoughts stemming from the fact they were the most familiar thing to you as of now.

Your teeth worried at your bottom lip until the first layer of skin was successfully torn away and you savored the stinging sensation it provided. You welcomed anything that seemed familiar at the moment with open arms.

Shuddering as a chill ran through your back you tuned out the others around you until all you could focus on was how your heart began to speed up gradually the more anxiety wrapped its hands around your throat.

Swallowing hard you forced down the wad of saliva that would've no doubt caused you to choke and splutter had it grown any larger. And as the touch of a warm hand tried to grace your back in a soothing motion you flinched away at the foreign feeling- causing your heart to swell in sadness at your own actions. 

You couldn't handle it, everything was too overwhelming. Even the sounds of soft breathing as the woman beside your sitting form inhaled then exhaled was threatening to send you over the edge and your skin seemingly crawled as she gasped loudly.

This had been the result of your own wavering composure finally cracking down and shattering like glass; making it difficult for you to put all the fine pieces back together even now as you sit in your own speechlessness. All you wished for was something that fueled even a small spark of recognition in you- yet nothing came.

If anything you'd been forced to dampen the embers that wished to be set ablaze so they could never again burn proudly and you resented the feeling. The feeling of pure hopelessness and being misplaced.

"Ma'am, did you hear me?" Snapping your head up you blinked and suddenly everything came back- your senses heightened once pulled out of your fun little self pity session.

"Huh- sorry no, I didn't.. Can you repeat it..?"

"Amnesia [First name], that's what we can only think of it to be. You do know what amnesia is, right?"

Well aren't you just the worlds favorite pretty princess.

You refrained from the growing urge to grit your teeth in annoyance as you forced your line of sight onto a wall instead of the doctor in front of you. Ever since they deciphered to the best of their ability to see what exactly was wrong with you they opted on believing it was a case of amnesia. Which in turn they'd now been treating you like a child who knew nothing of the world- oblivious to everything.

'If I had access to even a pen right now I'd shove it so far up your ass-' Cutting your own thoughts off with a sigh you simply nod.

You were glad that the receptionist assigned one of their doctors that were bilingual to come help but you supposed it would've been necessary either way. Still, it felt good to be able to talk with someone fluently even if they irked you to no end.

"S-So what do you suggest we'd do to help her then?" Aoi piped up and you allowed your eyes to wander over to her.

Her bottom lip was pinned under her teeth and she gnawed on the soft flesh nervously. Her eyes soon flickered over to where you were, making direct eye contact with you. She flashed you a smile, a smile that told you everything you needed to know.