The Traveller [Bash, Reign] ~ On Hold

XI

    Blackness.

    Everything was black once again.

    Slowly, voices started to come into focus around me, "does that happen a lot?" "No, it's never happened, not that I know of."

    And then I could see.

    I slowly opened my eyes, the bright light blinding me for a few seconds. I rubbed at my eyes until the light became bearable, and sat up. I looked at my surroundings a bit confused at first; I was in the living room, in mine and Daisy's apartment. A small but cosy room, with a couch in the middle, a TV in front of it, a high ceiling, a bookshelf full of my history books standing at the wall beside the couch and TV, and a few yoga mats behind the couch for Daisy and her friends from college to practice on. There isn't a lot of color in the room, mostly browns, but there are a lot of pictures everywhere on the walls.

    Slowly, everything started coming back, the park, Mia, Felix, and me fainting.

    The museums!

    "What?" Felix asked, looking up at me.

    "You're awake," Daisy said turning around, relief flooding her voice. She was seated on the ground besides the couch I was on, though she had been looking at Felix, who was standing a bit farther.

    And I realized I had shouted that aloud.

    "What happened?" I tried to avoid the fact that I had just woken up shouting museums.

    And thankfully, they didn't ask about it, "you just fainted on the street, Felix brought you here. Are you sure you're okay? Should I be concerned? Should I take you to a doctor?" Daisy rambled on, bombarding me with questions.

    "Okay...I'll go get you some water," Felix said, leaving the room with wide eyes. I gave a thankful smile, and then looked back at Daisy.

    "Daisy, I'm fine," I tried reassuring her.

    She glared at me, "of course you are, because everyone faints on the streets these days, it's very normal," she stated, her voice dripping of sarcasm.

    "It was probably food poisoning or something," I tried again, almost letting out an exasperated sigh.

    "You didn't vomit," she said as matter of fact.

    "So you're a doctor now?" I asked, actually letting the sigh out.

    Daisy narrowed her eyes at me, huffing, "I might be a dancer, but I'm not stupid, Elizabeth," she said, using my full name to show her annoyance with me.

    "Never said you were," I defended, raising my hands up in defense, "though I'm alright now," I continued, slowly getting up from the abnormally uncomfortable couch. We really should a new one, and soon.

    I started making my way to my room, though Daisy caught my hand, preventing me from going any further, "I can see you're trying to hide something, and know I respect that you have your secrets. Though, I am here for you, Lizzy, anytime," she said. Even though she tried to keep her face neutral, I could clearly see the hurt in her eyes. Me and Daisy are best friends, we know each other like the back of our hands, though I don't want to suck her up in whatever mess I'm getting myself into.

    It hurts me to see her pained, but I only hug her anyway. My burdens are just that, mine.

    "Thank you," I whisper in her ear, trying to make feel everything I do in these simple two words, I'm sorry, I do trust you, I don't want to hurt you, I love you, thank you.

    I leave her, going to my room, my head full of thoughts swimming around. I close the door behind me, plopping myself on my bed. I let out a big sigh, looking up at the ceiling. The sun was setting outside, its lights casting shadows with the help of the old chandelier above my head. It was there when we got the apartment, and we just never got around to changing it, just like that wretched couch outside.

    As I look at the shadows, I can almost see two shadows dancing around, no waltzing around.

    Bash.

    My eyes follow the twirling shadows, thinking everything over. My life is such a jumbled mess right now.

    I sigh again, I have discovered I am not human, I can travel through time, I am in love with fragments of memories I cannot put together, and my past is a story I cannot even really fathom.

    I shift my eyes to look at the notebook on my bedside table, the keywords I had started writing. I got up, flipped onto its next page and got my laptop. I settled cross-legged on the bed, with notebook, pen and laptop in front of me.

    Maybe I only ever needed my memories.

    Maybe also a little bit of money.

    Alright, a lot of money.

    All I could think about was how, hopefully, I wasn't about to regret this, as I booked a train ticket back home, back to London. I was going to make a list of museums to go to, and maybe I could find that vase I had come back with in dream.

    Finding that vase, would mean finding a museum that belonged to my so-called family I cannot remember. Maybe that could help, give me more leads, trigger my memories back.

    But then what? A voice asked in my head.

    Then? I don't know, but I was willing to see. I was really growing tired of being in the dark about everything.

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