This Side Of Paradise

'-_seven_-'

Stepping out of the shower with Pickles in my arms, I grabbed two towels and wrapped us both up. I sat down on the bathroom rug and shook the towel all over Mr. Pickles till he was semi dry. Next, I dried off my body and wrapped my hair up into a q-tip like shape. I looked in the mirror and saw a girl, who I didn't fully recognize. Her dyed hair was so intense compared to her pale skin. Her eyes were such an intense blue it seemed they were cold but never could tell a lie. I didn't know this girls name, her story. I knew she had a cat, a husband and that they liked to travel?

This whole situation was causing me to get flustered and paranoid. My heart seemed to beat at an abnormal pace and every time I breathed I smelt unfamiliar scents. I looked in the far corner of the mirror and see Aidan staring at me. I'm butt naked and it's cold in his room, but his glares fill me with a warmth and a strong sense of anxiety.

I follow that anxiety and take my hair out of the towel and re-wrap it around my body. I walk to my purse where I pull out my makeup bag and the hoodie.

I guess already worn underwear will have to do. I shake my head and slip it on over my hips and throw on my hoodie.

The whole time Aidan was just staring at me until Pickles jumps into his lap and he starts to stroke him.

"He's wet." A husky voice says in the distance.

"He likes to shower..." I say as tears start to flood my eyes. I grip the sink and look down, letting the drops fall and pool up on the counter. "That's one of the few things I remember." I breath in and out very heavily trying to catch my breath and not freak out.

I hear Aidan get up and move towards me. Next thing I know his arms are snaked around my waist and his head is rested on my shoulder. We both are looking in the mirror and I can see how different we look.

He is tanned with golden skin and his hands feel rough and callused around my waist, like he works outside a lot. His eyes shine golden and he's starting to get a little stubble on his face cheeks. His playfully kissed my neck softly, causing me to squirm in his grasp.

I lean my head to the left, exposing my neck even more. He starts to kiss and suck on my flesh with a deep hunger. He turns me around, facing him and he pulls our bodies closer. He kisses my lips sweetly, but after a few moments I draw back to look at him.

Everything about him is so unfamiliar and different. I start to shrink in and move away, a flash of angry crosses his face but it disappears in less than a second and changes to hurt.

"What's wrong?" He says reaching out for me again.

"I don't know you." I barely whisper.

I barely know myself.

"No.. no.." He pauses. "Hey... I don't know how to say this but, you are suffering to a trauma."

I raise my eyebrow but don't say anything. I think I feel my eye twitch. I was getting angry and don't know why... but it busts out of my like a feral dog would bust out of a cage.

"I. Dont. Know. Who. I. F*cking. Am!" I almost screech at him, but then I cower away feeling the pain in my chest.

He pauses, hesitant, then turns around and rummages through my bag.

"That's mine..." I reach out to try and stop him, but he pulls out a wallet. It's cute, black, simple and small. And apparently mine.

He opens it up and hands me an ID. My ID.