Amnesia

2. The Watch

After studying it more closely, I determined that it was the clasp that poked my butt.

My thumbs traced the brown, leather straps. It didn't look exactly brand new, but it isn't worn out either.

8:07 pm

When I looked up, through the neatly lined mirrors along the warehouse's walls, I could see the orange light of sunset.

It was going to be night soon.

Shit, I have to get out of here before night falls.

I mentally panicked, quickly sliding the watch around my wrist. I don't know why, but I instinctively chose my left wrist to bear the watch on. When I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket, I smiled.

A tan line! This watch belongs to me.

The watch fit perfectly in the tanline, just like a puzzel piece. Figuratively and literally. With a small smile, I tried standing up again.

Thankfully, I learned from my earlier experience, and stood up slowly. After about three minutes I was finally standing up straight while steadying myself with a stack of boxes.

"Let's do this."

I said to nobody in particular and half-walked, half-limped to what seemed to be a door through which personnel could have entered and left the warehouse when it used to be used.

My fingers grasped the door handle and I prepared myself to yank it open.

1,, 2,, 3,,

With all the power I was able to muster in my sore arm, I pulled as hard as I could.

...

Oh wow, that's insulting.

I thought as I stumbled away, finding that the door had not budged one bit.

It's okay, I'll just keep trying.

I mentally reassured myself. Since the option trying to pull it open deemed itself impossible, I started to wander around the warehouse.

"Something heavy must do the trick."

I muttered to myself, my eyes scanning their surroundings. Bingo, a steel pipe greeted me with its welcoming metallic shine. Picking up the object, I made my way back to the door.

"Okay, attempt number two."

1,, 2,, 3,,

CLANG

The impact of the hit slung the steel pipe out of my hands and I nearly lost my balance, again. I triumphantly high-fived myself after finding the handle only hanging on to the door with its last screw.

This might be doable after all.

Before leaving the warehouse, I decided to take the steel pipe with me, who now bore a magnificent dent, making it the shape of a sad 'L'.
Who knows in what shady area this warehouse was located, it must've been abandoned for a reason. Plus, the steel pipe was now like a symbol of unfaltering resilience to me.

With a hefty push, the personnel door swung open, accompanied by agonizing creaks resembling a dying cat. If the shrieks hadn't been bad enough, the blazing sunset destroyed me completely as I stepped outside. My eyes had become adjusted to the dimness of the warehouse, and now that I was outside it felt like the sun tried to barbecue my eyes. It took a few minutes before I dared to open my eyes again. However this time, they weren't greeted by our solar system's centre, but by another human.

"Hello." He grinned.