Amnesia

Chapter 1 Apple

I just sat in a nice looking dining room in an unfamiliar house. My blonde hair was pulled tightly to my head in a grecian braid. There was a woman who was sitting on the opposite side of the table, diagonally from me. She had light red hair, almost strawberry blonde, but still red, and bright green eyes.

The woman did not even acknowledge my existence. Her eyes darted around the room, but she never seemed to notice me. Weird. Her eyes settled just to the left of me and she just stared there for a while. I wonder.

I looked around, taking the room in. Walls painted red with golden designs. The table was a golden brown colour, as well as every other piece of furniture here. Nothing looked familiar. I do not know how I got here. I do not know why I am here. Everything before now is just blank. I have no memory.

My eyes settled through the doorway that looked like it led to the living room. There, was a baby in it's crib. Alone. The only people here were me and the woman. I have only been here, in the dining room, but I knew that we were the only two people here. I could just feel it, just like I could feel that something bad is going to happen to the baby.

"Hey, should you not get your baby? It might be a good idea." I pointed out to the woman.

She did not say anything. She made no attempt to move. She seemed to not have heard me. I wonder what is up with her. Am I invisible to her?

Well, obviously you are to her.

Why? Who am I?

Apple Trinity Wager, that is who you are.

I mean who, like what type of person?

I do not remember. I cannot remember anything.

You too, huh? Well, that sucks. I want to know who I am.

You and I both, but that is not going to happen.

I know. What are we doing here?

A mission, that is all I know.

You are my subconscious. You should remember more.

Like...?

What the mission is.

I cannot remember right now. Maybe later I will.

Hopefully. I do not know what it is or who I am, all I know is that I do not want to fail.

You will not... we will not.

Hopefully.

I tried standing up and going toward the child so it would not get hurt, but I was stuck. I guess I cannot move. Wonder why.

Idiot, you cannot move unless the woman does. As long as she is in this room, you cannot go into a different room.

Fuck this. That is not fair.

Life is not fair.

True. I know that.

Good.

Fuck off, subconscious.

I cannot, I am you.

Do not remind me.

"Hey! Go to your child! Something bad is going to happen! Do not leave it to die!" I yelled to the woman.

No answer.

"Come on! Listen to me! Get your child!"

Still nothing.

"Hey, asshat! Bastaird! Your child might die! Get it!"