No Memory

2

I wake up the next morning to the sunrise. I look at the clock. It's almost 6. I rub my eyes with my palms. I throw the covers off and stretch. I walk to the door and unlock it. I hear a coffee pot and I can smell someone in the shower. I look down the stairs. Suddenly I hear a door open. I look and see Charlie coming out of the bathroom with only a towel on hips.

"Good morning," he smiles. I look at him in awe. He's body is sculpted perfectly. His red hair matted down with the water from the shower. I must have died and went to heaven.

"Um, good morning," I smile awkwardly.

"Where I lack clothing you have some but where you lack clothing I have some," he smiles. I look down. I realize all I have on is my underwear and my tank top. I bit my lip.

"Do you happen to have some extra clothing for a woman?" I fold my arms. This is probably the most awkward moment of my life. But I wouldn't know.

"I'll put them in your room if you would like to take a shower," he smiles as he moves past me. I shiver.

"Thanks," I say. I walk into the shower. I shut the door. It's a beautiful bathroom. It's large and spacious. The tub can fit at least three people in it. I'm sure it gets at least that. I smile. The mirror is huge. It's a little foggy but most of the fog was wiped away. I look into the sink. Little follicles of red hair lay in it.

I take of my clothes and turn on the shower,which took a couple minutes because I didn't know how to turn it on.

I step into the shower and feel the hot water pour down my back. I feel burning on my cuts but I ignore it. Perhaps Charlie has some Advil. I search for shampoo. Old spice shampoo is all I can find.

"Well Charlie looks like I'm going to smell like you today," I say aloud. I pick up the bottle.

"Actually I have some feminine shampoo and conditioner," a voice comes from outside the curtain. I drop the shampoo in my hand. I pull back the curtain so only my head can be shown. Charlie stands with shampoo and conditioner bottles. He is now in a suit.

"Figured you would probably need some," he smiles.

"My goodness you scared me," I almost laugh. He smiles and hands me the bottles. I smile and shut the curtain. I nearly peed myself. I squirt the shampoo in my hand as I hear the door shut.

I sigh as I scrub my hair. I squirt in the conditioner. I wait a bit before washing it out. I find a bar of soap and a clean wash cloth. I clean my body. It feels good but a little bit more pain shoots it's way up my back.

I rinse off and get out of the shower. I grab a towel off of the rack I dry myself off. I look at myself in the mirror. Cuts are on my shoulders. I open the towel I'm wrapped in. Thin long cuts run across my body. I turn around and look at my back. More cuts but they don't look like they're from a knife. I wrap my body back up and grab my clothes. I open the door. The cold air blasts me in the face. I walk quickly to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me. I lock it.

I see clothes on the bed. I smile. I take off my towel and put it up in my hair. I slide on the clothes. It's a pair of jeans and a cute blue blouse. It fits me perfectly. I unlock the door and walk out of the room. I go back into the bathroom. A girl brush lays on the sink. I comb my long reddish brown hair. I look at myself in the mirror. Little freckles occasionally litter my face. My sea green eyes softly move around looking at my hair. I'm tall but not very lanky. I wonder how old I am. I look maybe 29 or 30. I frown. It's awful not knowing.

I put my hair in a bun again. It will be wet but what so I care? I walk out of the bathroom and go to the stairs. I have a sudden urge to slide down the banister. What am I like 10? I sit on the banister. And I slide.

The moment I do Charlie comes out from the kitchen, I nearly fall off but luckily catch myself at the bottom of the stairs. I look at Charlie. A smile comes to his face.

"That must have been fun," he smirks.

"Most fun I have had in a while," I smile. He beckons me to the kitchen. A hot plate of eggs and bacon waits for me. I feel my stomach grumble slightly. But my mouth doesn't feel like eating.

"I'm sorry but I'm not really hungry," I frown. Charlie looks to me. He's not mad. In fact he looks sympathetic. Like he knows the feeling.

"Alright, time to go," he looks at his watch. I follow him outside. I get into his car. He does the same. He starts the car and puts it in reverse. He backs out of the driveway. He puts in in drive and we go down the street.

"Where did you get theses clothes?" I ask pointing to my blouse.

"From people," he shrugs with a slight smile. I raise my eyebrows. I sigh.

"Alrighty then," I look out the window. School must be in session. I see kids with backpacks walking down the street. The sun gleams off of the morning dew. The neighborhood looks like it's from a movie. I smile as I see how heavenly it must be for Charlie.

"12 years?" I keep my eyes looking at the window.

"12 years," he repeats. I look at him. He's no longer smiling.

"And you came back so it didn't happen to anyone else?" I lean my head on my hand as it stands up right against the car window ledge.

"Right," he nods slowly.

"I'd do the same thing," I look back out the window.

"Really? Most people say with my money I should be on a beach somewhere," he says. I look at him.

"Our kind doesn't really tan," I smile. He gives a small chuckle.

"That's what I said," he looks at me.

We drive in silence. We pull up to the station. I get out of the car and shut the door.

From the looks of Charlie's face I can tell in not going to like the next couple of hours. I almost wanna reach out and hold his hand.

"Mrs. Elizabeth, be ready to remember the past," he says opening the door.

I'm not sure if I want to step in.