Alienated!

Chapter 17

I woke up and laid in bed staring at the ceiling trying to remember what I had to do. (Background information. Do NOT Forget: Shyla has had an allergic reaction to the shot that made her lose all her memories. She thinks she is still on Earth. Aliens have different allergic reactions than humans do. Shyla's allergic reaction also turned her the complete opposite as before.)

"Where am I? This is like totally not my room. Mom!" I shouted, looking around and shaking my head. 

"Queen Shyla, it's time to eat food." an elderly lady informed me, bringing in a tray of food. 

"What? Who's Queen Shyla?" I asked majorly confused, my head spinning. 

"Oh, dear. I will be back. You just eat, miss." the lady gushed out before hurrying from the room after setting the food down. 

"That was weird. I am starving though. I suppose I will eat the...chicken?" I spoke aloud examining the food, before deciding I would eat it. 

"She doesn't remember who she is. I think she went back to her time on Earth. I highly doubt that she remembers anything that she learned. I don't even think she knows that her father is dead." the elderly woman spoke, her voice ingrained into me. 

"I think it must be an advanced allergic reaction to the shot I gave her. She doesn't have the normal alien allergies. Her allergies affect her memory, and she goes back to when she was in a similar state than when she suffered the allergies. I must go ask her some questions." a nasal masculine voice spoke from the other side of the door. 

I sat cross legged on the couch, with the tray next to me so there was no room on the couch. I slowly picked apart the chicken and put a piece in my mouth when the door opened. I growled at the man entering and shot a glare at him. I continued eating my food while he sat down on the chair opposite me. "Where is Matthew? He never leaves my side." I asked when all my food was gone. 

"I will send for him, but first may I ask you a few questions, regarding your memory?" he asked me, taking out a notebook.

"Are you like a therapist or something?" I mocked him openly, glaring at the notebook and imagining it start on fire and he had to throw it away. I gasped in shock when it actually happened. "Did I like do that?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. 

"Yeah. What all do you remember?" the man asked, throwing the notebook in a bucket of water. 

"I remember that I finished my first concert. It was amazing. Everybody loved me and I loved it. I basked in it. This guy like totally wanted to be my manager. I need to call him and tell him that he can totally do that job. Daddy is in the hospital still. I should go and see him when Matthew gets here. I also need to replace him. I need to change things up a little bit. By the way, that coat of yours is so last century, and you are like not even on the radar to be breathing in my air, let alone talk to me, so scram. I need to go shopping and make myself look fabulous!" I smiled, looking in the mirror and blowing a kiss, winking at my reflection.  

"Okay, so you are the opposite of your old self. This will be fun." he snorted, standing up.

"You are blocking my mirror, move! You are fired!" I growled, pointing to the door. 

"Fine. I hope that attitude doesn't get you alienated, your majesty." he sighed, slamming the door in direct contrast to his volume of voice. 

"As if I can be alienated. People just love me." I spoke to the mirror, before examining the makeup at the vanity and started doing my makeup.

"Why are you doing your own makeup?" Matthew asked, coming in through the window. 

"Hello, Matthew. I am doing my own makeup because I don't trust anybody with my gorgeous face." I answered, finishing up my makeup, and started curling my hair. 

"Shouldn't you get dressed into different clothes first?"

"You are like so right! Can you pick something out? I like your taste in clothes." I smiled, gesturing to his outfit choice. 

"Okay..." Matthew stated heading to the wardrobe that was across the room. 

"Thanks, Matthew. You are like such a great bodyguard, I might just keep you after all." I informed him, quickly finishing my hair and got dressed into the gown that he picked out, not bothering to question his choice of clothing. "When is my next concert?" I asked Matthew after I was all dressed and ready to head out of my room. 

"You stopped performing because your father and mother died." he answered, confused. 

"Oh, well, what do I do now? I need something to do these days." I questioned him, heading out the door and stopped short. "Where the heck am I?" 

"You are on Volnatia. It's an alien planet. You are the queen of one of Volnatia's allies, Batsam." 

"Oh. So where is the mall?" I asked, looking around for my purse. 

"There are no malls on my planet." spoke a tall weird looking creature wearing a crown on its head. 

"Who is that ugly thing?" I whispered to Matthew, repulsed by the green ooze that trickled from it's neck. 

"That is King Mhany. Please, do not call him ugly to his face." 

"Why he is ugly though. I can't imagine anybody marrying that thing, wait yeah I can. Just for a crown though, but nothing else."  I sneered. 

"That is it. Batsam is no longer an ally of Volnatia." King Mhany shouted in my face. 

"Aw how adorable, the ugly thing is mad." I cooed, with a tight smile on my face. 

"Shyla knock it off. Excuse her King Mhany. She had an allergic reaction to the shot that the doctor gave her and it reversed her personality and made her forget who she really is. She didn't even care that her parents died, and the Shyla that we know always cared." Matthew murmured while I checked my phone. 

"Seriously! Does this dump not get any wi-fi? I need to post a selfie to show people how awesome I look." I groaned, putting my phone away with a sigh. "Hey, when are we leaving? I need to go shopping and tell people that I am like totally alive. 

"No, you are dead on Earth." 

"What?"

"Yeah. It was your idea so you have to wait two Batsamic years before you can back to Earth." Matthew told me. 

"That blows. Where is the shopping plex then?" I asked, before plucking out a dart that hit my arm, immediately recognizing it as a sleeping dart. I gave a weak growl and collapsed.