Just One Mistake

I Don't Remember

(Author's Note:
I'm trying a style of writing I'm not really good at. I apologize profusely for any grammar mistakes I happen to make. At the end of each chapter, I'll pose a question. When I come to write a new chapter, I'll go with the popular choice. Thank you so much for reading this!)

You woke up in a daze. You didn't remember your name, where you were, or how you'd gotten here. You were peeking out of a mass of pillows and blankets. The room you were in had red walls and a light hardwood floor. You looked around. Everything was dark. The bed frame was a darkly stained wood, and the covers were maroon. The dresser was darkly stained, like the bed. There was no mirror. You couldn't see your own face.

You slowly sat up, your head pounding. Why did your head hurt? You looked down. You were wearing a flowing white nightgown, with a golden pattern of angel wings unfolding across your chest. Your feet were bare. You looked around again. Where were you? You walked over to the door. It was locked. You took a deep breath and tried not to panic.

You tried to calm yourself down. My name is [your name]. I am [your age] years old. I am locked in a room. So, what now? You wonder.

The handle on the door creaks. Your head jerks sharply toward the notice. The knob turns and your heart races with fear. The door opens into darkness. You look timidly at the gaping distance. Slowly, a black boot enters your view. A body, dressed in a black suit, follows it. A man with red eyes looks at you. His hair is black, with blue on the tips. It is downswept and falling in his eyes. He looks no more than seventeen.

"You have awoken." He notes. His voice is husky, and he didn't seem to be trying to make it that way. His accent was strange, like a mix of English and Russian. "Tell me your name." He looks at you. His face is all chiseled lines and sharp angles. His skin is very pale. You find yourself shivering. "Your name." He demands once more. "M-my name i-is [your name]." You stutter. He smiles. "Welcome to your castle, Queen [your name]. I am Chase," He smirks evilly.

You start to shake. Who IS this guy? He touches his pale neck. "Mm, I must know, from where do you hail?" You blink. "I-I don't remember." You mumble. "Speak up!" He says sharply. You look at him with wide eyes. He narrows his red beacons. "Speak to me when I ask you a question."

"I don't know where I'm from." You say a slight bit louder. Chase smiles. "That's perfect. Come along, my queen. Let me show you your kingdom." Chase offers you his arm. Do you dare to take it?