Shots

Chapter One

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... 'What is that noise? Isn't it Saturday today?' BEEP... BEEP... 'Please, just shut it off...' I wake up to an overly white excessively bright room. The curtains are pulled back, letting the late morning sun in. I have no clue where I am. "You're awake." I hear someone say. I look over to my right and see a beautiful woman sitting in a soft chair next to my bed. 'This isn't my bed...' Her eyes are a bright warm brown, shining like a new-born's. They look as though they can see into me, something I can't see. The glasses she wears does nothing to spoil her features, instead they give her an aura of intelligence. Blue, blue with a black overlay. Her hair was loose, falling past her shoulders like a waterfall, It's dyed a deep shade of purple, fading to a vibrant blue at its tips. Her natural auburn hair contrasting the dye. Her smile shows off a set of perfect teeth, gleaming in the light. She wears a turquoise hoodie and dark jeggings. She manages to look both comfortable and athletic. It seems as though she was reading a book while I was asleep, it falling to the ground when she scoots closer to me. 'I know you....'

"Who are you?" I ask gruffly, not yet used to speaking so soon after sleeping. "What? It's me Isaac. Mae, we've known each other a lifetime and more. It's ME Ike. Your fiancé..." Tears began to prickle out of her soft eyes. 'No, no please, don't cry. I can't remember who you are, but it hurts me seeing you cry.' She puts her head in her hands as the tears start to fall. I sit up, wanting to comfort her. As I get into a sitting position I am hit by a searing pain in my chest. 'I was shot....' I ignore the pain and I manage to wrap my arms around her waist. She seems so small in my arms, though I am twice her size. "Shhh... don't cry. Angels aren't supposed to get sad..." 'Where did that come from?' My words seem to get through to her. She lets out a weak chuckle, "You never change, do you?" she asks. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, a little confused by her words. "You would always whisper that to me when I was having an anxiety attack, or when I was crying. You always knew how to make me smile, even if all I wanted to do is cry." 'I feel like I remember that...'

"Who was I to you? I feel like I remember you, like I know you, but I can't say how or why..." I say, voice a low whisper as I realize who I'm talking to. She smiles and looks at me staring at her. "I like your hair though, it looks cool. I wish I had hair like that..." I say, trying to ease the silence. She laughs, I don't know why but it makes me feel happy too. "That is a classic one. You probably won't remember it, seeing as you don't remember me, but you and I would always talk about dying our hair. We were always the 'extra' couple back in high school. One day, shortly after my nineteenth birthday, we decided to get it dyed. Together. See..." she says, getting her phone out of her pocket to show me my reflection.

My hair is pretty long on top, cut, as always, short on the sides and barely trimmed on the top. Just like hers, my hair is dyed vibrant blue and deep purple, but my dark hair makes the look my own. 'We look like the most extra couple in the world.' I smile at the thought and only snap back to reality when I realize that I'm staring into her eyes. I shy away from her, looking a little guilty. "Don't worry Isaac, I'm used to it already. You always had a hard time keeping yourself in reality for more than an hour."

Suddenlya doctor comes around the corner with a clipboard in hand. "Ah, he's awakenow," she says, cutting our conversation short. "How are we feeling Mister Cohen?""I don't know... My chest hurts a bit and I can't remember much... I can't rememberwho my fiancé is."