Complicated Things

Nine| What You're Not.

His words leaves chills down my spine.

The room suddenly becomes smaller, the air suffocating. The walls seem to be closing on me, my chest tightening.

"Wha... what do you mean?" I ask, taking a step back.

He laughs, his eyes  gleaming with mischief. His smirk pushes me off the edge as I step forward, hitting his chest with my free hand.

"What do you mean, asshole?" My voice louder, a few people looking our way.

Yet I don't care.

A look of anger flashes through his eyes as he regains his posture, fixing his suit.

"Chill. I'm just saying what everyone is already thinking. With a lost memory, you're basically a new person." He shrugs, his eyes never leaving mine.

My breathing goes less erratic but I'm unable to stand being around him.I turn around, my gaze flitting to the front of the room. An older looking version of him stands there, trying to gain everyone's attention.

"You must have really pissed off someone." Greg laughs, speaking behind me. His voice sounds like insects crawling up my spine.

I close my eyes, counting to ten trying to block out his irritating voice.

"I mean." He continues "with three assassination attempts. You must have really fucked up."

I swivel around so fast that I almost lose my balance.

"What are you saying?" I ask, this time ,my voice getting thicker. My palms get sweaty, my eyes glazed with angry tears.

I'm tired of this.

This constant vague answers.

This whirlwind where I don't understand what's happening.

I step forward, grabbing a fistful of his  shirt. His eyes widens at my audacity but I don't back down.

"Just spit it out, you idiot." I clench my fist, the other still clutching the glass of champagne.

"Didn't anyone tell you? " He steps closer to me, whispering " the accident that cost you your memory was actually an assassination attempt. Someone tried to kill you."

I stare longer at his eyes, hoping that he's lying or playing some sort of cruel joke. But his eyes don't betray his words. His lips curve upwards in a sneer.

"What the hell!" He steps back, a look of pure disgust in his eyes. I look from the suit he has on to the liquid spilled  on the ground.

The glass of champagne I was holding is  no longer in my hands, rather in shattered pieces on the ground.

"You ruined my clothes, you dweeb." He spits out again, my eyes flit around.

Everyone is staring at me.

Their looks are a mixture of curiosity and confusion, their eyes silently accusing me of being crazy.

Gingerly, I crouch down picking up the pieces of glass on the ground. I'm unable to see clearly, my mind a foggy mess.

"Stop." Ethan rushes to my side, crouching as well. He grabs my hand, inspecting it of any injury.

"Leave me alone. " I shove him away, turning my attention back to the shattered glass. I hiss out in pain, dropping the piece now tainted with blood.

" Now, that's enough." He growls, grabbing me from the ground. He glares at Greg a minute longer, sighing as he turns back to me. He leads me out, my hand cradled close to my chest, soaking the material. Ethan's glare prevents people from staring long yet they keep glancing awkwardly at me.