Elysium

1 : Amnesia

1 : Amnesia

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not: remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for." ~Epicurus

I opened my eyes slowly, and allowed them to adjust to the lighting. I looked down at the satin like sheets that caressed my bare body. Laying there motionless for what seemed like a lifetime, in what felt like a bed. I desired to get up, but my body took control, making me it's submissive. Thrusting myself up, I pulled the silky sheets with me.

Standing there, It was like I took several blows to the head, causing fatal damage to my cerebrum. It felt like I forgot how to walk. I glance down at my feet then at the door that were moments away from were I stood. I grounded myself as I heard the door creak. In the blink of an eye, a man was standing in front of me. I gripped the sheets tighter, as I sensed his eyes roaming my body. I cleared my throat, demanding eye contact.

"Where am I," I inquired. My voice was a bit raspy, and my throat was dry. He seemed a little apprehensive to answering my question. "It wasn't rhetorical," I said putting his bewilderment at ease. His features solidified, making him seem the slightest bit more appealing, yet still intimidating. Everything about him frightened me. His height, his dark aura, everything. Meeting my gaze with a smirk, my patience for him was wearing thin.

"You're in my room," he said on the borderline of inaudible. I looked around, and took in the room. The murky colored walls, had set a dark theme, that complimented the black furniture. I looked up the at the ceiling that hovered, what seemed like, miles above my head. I blinked several times, feeling slightly confused.

"Why am I in your room. Where's my husband," I said defeatedly as I took a seat on the bed. I looked down at my lap, and held my head, shielding my face from this unknown man. "What husband?" Astonishment over took his tone, and as he began to speak lucently, his faint English like accent unveil it's self. I looked up at him and studied his face, searching for answers. His face gave away nothing.

"I recall, someone sleeping beside me last night," I said matter-of-factly, looking up at him expectantly. I held his gaze as he squatted down, until he achieved symmetrical eye level. He cocked his head, and frowned slightly. "That's a lie. How could you possibly remember last night, when you can't even remember how you got here?" My face went blank with new information. I tried to reminisce, but failed even with my best endeavors. I struggled to recollect the simplest information, even my name. A horrid expression adorned my face as I commence questioning reality.

I felt my sheets slip, on instinct I clutched them tight. I stared wide eyed at the man before me. "Freaking Christ, where are my clothes," I demanded, the heat clambering up my neck. He grimaced, a gave a deprecating tsk-tsk sound. "You dare utter blasphemy." He raised his eye brow ever so slightly. I gasped, imitating shock. "Oh please, Mr. Hollier-than-thou. Hypocrisy is a sin. You are holding me here against my will, naked," I accused, narrowing my eyes.

He manufactured a toothy grin, "oh love, you're free to leave." With that being said, I shot up from my bed, only to have him mirroring my actions. I glanced at him warily. "Well, where are my clothes?" He replied instantly, "I have no idea." I gritted my teeth, becoming exasperated. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, I thought to myself. "Would it be to much trouble if, I asked you for some clothing?" I looked away from him. I couldn't fathom the thought of leaving here naked.

I sensed his absence, I looked up to see him walking away. My head dropped in defeat. I hastily wiped at the unwelcome tears, but they wouldn't stop for anything. I flopped down on his bed, and buried my face in my hands. My massive curly hair engulfed my face, though I didn't mind. I couldn't help it, I allowed the frustration to take over. How could I not be frustrated, I don't know where or who I am. To add on to the drama, I woke up naked, in a strange man's bed.