Dealing with Mine(Lauren/You)

White Walls

Your POV

My eyes fluttered open, almost at an unimaginable speed, and there was a slight pounding sensation coming from the right side of my head. Giving me a numbing pain due to the fact I was extremely disoriented. 

After a moment  I began to gain control over my eyelids, and managed to keep my eyes opened wide enough to try and figure out where I was exactly. 

From being surrounded by pure darkness, I was now introduced to a blinding white ceiling. It was a drastic change for my body to become adjusted to.

I used my fingertips to trace over the sheets I was laying on, but I found them slightly hard to move.

There were multiple black restraints on my wrists which confused me, until I recognized this as a hospital.

One could simply never forget the distinct smell in the rooms. 

I tried lifting my hands to see just how strong the binds were,  but my curiosity was transferred elsewhere.  My eyes followed the thick needle inserted in my arm, an IV line, that was injecting me with a dark blue serum. 

My guess would be a sedative or a supplement of some sort.

This couldn't be a normal day for me could it?

Why am I here? Was I in an accident of some kind?

Before I could think of how I really ended up here, the door clicked open and I forced my eyes to focus, trying to be alert.

 A small gasp came from a slightly middle aged man standing at the doorway. I was positive that I've never seen him before, so that only added to my increasing confusion.

"Ms. Y/L/N. Y-you're awake?"

I couldn't help but notice that the way he said it sounded more like a question than a mere statement.

Hearing my last name sparked something dormant inside me. 

A huge wave of anxiety flooded over me, and images flashed in my head.

Through those moving pictures I saw the entrance of a familiar building, the inner doors of an elevator, heard a gunshot ring off along with muffled cries, blood(lots of blood), and it ended with beautiful broken eyes. They seemed full of happiness, hope, but were clouded by an undeniable layer of sadness.

They were so haunting.

When I closed my own eyes I still saw the same shade of alluring green and experienced a feeling I couldn't describe.

My memory felt like it was trapped in a cell with the key just barely out of reach, frustrating me.

The man who I presumed was the doctor came to my side, but my arms broke free from the restraints and they shoved him away.
I didn't mean to slam him against the wall on the other side of the room, I didn't even want to stop him from aiding me.

However my gaze wasn't apologetic but instead it stayed fierce and trained on the now injured man.

He reached for his cell and contacted someone. It took most of my willpower to not walk out of the room or hurt him even more. I guess my inner conscious wondered who he contacted for assistance, so I waited.

A few minutes later three men in business suits came into the room,walked the doctor out, and swiftly moved against the walls.

Another slightly older man came into the room wearing shades and a white v-neck shirt. He removed them cautiously from his face and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Y/N, you are awake. They weren't joking." This realization pleased him but only confused me even further.

As he took a step forward I decided to use my voice.

"Look, I'm not sure who you are. But I don't want to hurt you so please don't take another step."

He looked... heartbroken?

He put his head in his hands in defeat.

"I knew this would happen."

Lifting his head up he adressed me again sincerely.

"My name is Simon. I know you dont remember me, at least not yet. Maybe soon the day will come that you do. Goodbye for now Y/N, try and get some rest. You'll need it."

And with that they all dispersed from my hospital room.

I took his advice because a part of me allowed trust to form between us.

So I stayed.

Three Days Later

Three days.

72 hours have passed since I first woke up.

For more than half of those hours I was prisoner to my thoughts.

Every night I'd see the same images,memories, but I'd spring up out of my bed in hopes of stopping them.

Nothing is more frustrating than not remembering something you know for a fact you once knew.

The clock facing the opposite wall told me it was an hour til' noon. I hoped today would be different than all the others but there was no guarantee.

Without meaning to sometimes I heard the smallest of things ranging from a pen dropping in the building, to a conversation being held who knows where.

I couldn't understand why I had these abilities.

Outside of my room, footsteps were making there way down the hall but they weren't Simon and his guards. These were heels and possibly boots.

I went back to my bed and held onto the sides in an attempt to control my protective primitive instincts. I didn't want to hurt another person like I hurt my doctor.

The door clicked open once again and I anticipated who would enter this time.

There were four girls who came inside. A tall girl with blond hair, one with an athletic build, a really short kind looking girl, and lastly I was met with chocolate brown eyes that radiated extreme happiness.

Before any of them can utter a single word the door opened once again. I didn't want to look at the person who came into the room because there were far too many bodies near me. At least way more than I wanted to be around right now.

My gaze was locked on the floor and I decided to be more gentle despite the fact it was through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry girls but I'm in no condition to talk. I'm sure someone must have told you the recent news. About the doctor and about what I can do."

"We heard. But I'm still here."

The voice that rang out was rich, husky, and inviting. My eyes couldn't help but direct themselves to the source it came from.

As I looked up, the same emotional emerald eyes that were haunting me for the past 3 days were just a few feet away.

My vision blurred and I felt my eyes start to glisten.

My body wanted to go to her, the beautiful stranger who was leaning against one of the white walls with a leather jacket draped on her shoulders. (Picture in the media box)

I knew I could trust her.

Only her and Simon.

They were the two I could control myself around.

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Hey guys, here's the first chapter! I have an outline how I want this story to be for the begining. Please comment and vote, it means a lot(:
Tell me what you think so far!

-desired21