Help My Memory (ON HOLD!)

The Explanation

Hello all my lovely readers! So I kind of realize that my story in the beginning is a little confusing, so this chapter will show you a little bit of what is truely going on with our fellow characters. I'm hoping and praying that you guys tell me what you think of this. Because right now, I do not know what you guys think of this story and want you guys to enjoy this story. I mean, that's why you are this site right? So please, comment. Just nothing to hateful. xD <3
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"Rosalia, wake up. Rosalia!" I feel myself being shaken furiously as I slowly open my eyes a crack, the light that pours in from the cave entrance burning my eyes.

"No, please... just let me sleep." I mutter, covering my eyes with my good arm. After I woke up from that dream/ flashback, I faintly remember seeing the man putting a bag in my lap before I woke up. So I spent the entire night looking for it but coming up empty.

"We have food..."
"I don't care, just leave me."
"We were lucky enough to kill a pig. There's bacon cooking and..." I shot up quickly and lazily smile, the sound of bacon making my stomach grumble.

"Well, you could've just said there was bacon." I say with a laugh as I swing my legs over the edge of the ledge and land in a crouched position. Will lends me a hand and gently lifts me up.

"Silvio has been waiting for you actually, he was been very worried about you the entire night. Robin came to check up on you a few times and found Silvio looking over you like hawk. After a while though, Djaq told Silvio to get some sleep and he laid on the ground right next to the bed." Will informed me as we made our way to the hideout, where I could smell some sort of meat cooking and as we got closer, I could feel the heat from the fire warm my chilled body.

I breathed in the smell of the meat and smiled, my stomach growling loudly. My cheeks turn red as everyone looks over at me.

"Sorry guys, I'm just so hungry, I haven't eaten that much in days."

"Well then here you go." Much hands me a bowl with chicken and bread.

"That's it? This is all I get?"

"Yes, now eat it." Much says.

"Don't tell me what to do." I say back as I take a huge bite of the bread and stand next to Silvio.

Everyone was silent as we devoured our breakfast, with an occasional crunch of the bread and the sound of forks hitting the bottom of the bowls.

I keep thinking about the dream I had last night. It felt so real and there's this weird feeling of dejá-vu. Yet, it can't be real. I would never ever be alone in a carriage; usually have one or two escorts with me everywhere I go. So why did this seem so familiar to me? And where did the name Olivia come from? My name is Rosalia and it always has been Rosalia.

And-and that man, I didn't know him at all and yet I felt so calm with him; I didn't even feel like I was in immediate danger! Then again, he did look familiar... maybe...No, it's probably just my brain playing tricks on me...

"Hello! Earth to Rosalia!" Much started clapping his hands in front of my face, causing me to jump and spill the chicken broth all down my night clothes....wait...

'I'm still in my night clothes!' I let out a scream and stand up, using my arms to cover myself as best as possible.

"What? It can wash out easily." Much says nonchalantly.

"That's not the problem you idiot! I'm in my stinking night clothes! And you guys didn't say anything! I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" I choke out the last sentence as tears start threatening to escape. I stare angrily at everyone while they just stare back with a shocked expression on their faces.