Amnesia is hard to battle, when the most recent memories you have of yourself are of living on cold cemented floors, and being on the run, constantly.
Amnesia is hard to overcome when you find yourself with a husband and a family you have no memori...
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She stares at the man, who stands in front of her, with a shocked look on his face. It takes a mere second—— and a single blink of his eye—— before his face is a blank canvas—— without a hint of an emotion on his face.
The question is on the tip of her tongue, and she wishes to ask it once more, but settles on the awkward silence.
She'd rather not break another glass.
She watches as the man opens his mouth, before hesitating, and shaking his head. He darts out of the room, and the slamming sound of the door shutting, is all she hears, before utter and complete silence—— except for the beeping machinery—— greets her.
Ajeeb banda hain.
He could've at least replied.
Itna impolite.
Glass break karke chala gaya.
He didn't even clean it up!
Annika stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling overhead. She frowns, noticing that there's a singular star missing, in her favourite constellation—— Orion.
She closes her eyes, recalling spending countless nights with the few friends she'd made in the orphanage during her short duration there, before she'd run away.
Annika shuts her eyes, as a searing pain travels up the side of her skull, and up the back of her neck, before making her dry heave.
Alright.
Got it.
No trip down memory lane.
Sighing, she looks at the curtains which are a pretty pale purple—— not quite lavender, but not the usual shade of purple either.
The golden thread work is a spiral pattern, that resembles a garden somewhat, and she has to squint her eyes, trying to decipher the details.
She manages to pinpoint the details of roses and tulips, before a weight settles between her eyes and causes her brain to throb against the inner walls of her skull.
She shuts her eyes, trying to quell the pain away—— a Herculean effort which prompts her bury her face into the pillow, breathing in the fresh scent to stop herself from throwing up.
With the repeated attempts of ramping down on her gag reflex, she soon succumbs to exhaustion, breathing out in relief.
-^-♡-^-
She's running away.
From what, or from who, she doesn't know.
All she knows, is that she has to get away.
The heavy footfalls behind her make her dart into the narrowed and darkened alleyway, filled with rainwater puddles and sewage, that is overflowing from the pipes running underneath.
