Flawless

Miss Strange.

"Wakey. Wakey. Wakey."

My body stirred weakly and my hands searched the bed endlessly,looking for nothing in particular.
"F?" I asked.

"Sit up," F replied firmly.

My eyes fluttered open and was welcomed by the thick darkness. My subconscious told me it was midnight. I yawned loudly and threw my pillow on the floor before sitting up.

"You disappear for days and interrupt the first good sleep I'll have?" I almost shouted but I was really doing a good job in taking my anger in.

"So we'll be-"

I interrupted angrily. "Scrape that. Why did you just leave that way? You think you can barge in and out of my body anyhow you wish?! It can't work that way."

I gritted my teeth, hating the fact that despite the weakness of my body it felt still felt so alert. It angered me more because I knew it was the effect F had on me. This had to stop. Now or...

"Karleen, you need me. We've talked about that." The normalcy in F's voice angered me more.

I bit my lower lip hard and sighed. "Then why did you leave? I was left alone. I was scared. I was..." My voice trailed away , still I blocked the hot tears that threatened to fall.

My body was weak.
My soul was weak.

"I couldn't go there with you." For the first time, i could hear fear in F's voice. "It was too risky."

I was silent. I stretched my hand and put on the dim light before clenching my fists.
"You wanted us to do something important?" I asked.

I could feel the struggle in F's voice. "I'm sorry."

A smiled. Funny how just that apology could melt my heart. "It's fine. We're cool."

"Alright. Don't just push for premature answers. You'll understand when it's time."

I nodded. "I know,F. You woke me for?" I asked , scratching my eyes.

It was a soft whisper. "To tell you I'm back. I won't be around always...its getting risky. Very risky."

I wanted to ask why but slowly crept back to bed with a confused mind and for hours I was deprived of sleep.

*
"I'm Dara Akinbo," she said with an infectious smile.

I smiled back at the smiling young lady sitting opposite me. She was dressed in a pepper-red coloured gown that stopped few inches above her knees.
She was dipped in a perfect Yoruba melanin source.

Minutes ago, she had introduced herself as the Therapist assigned to me by the NAVE . She would probably be the first humane person some far here. I liked her already.

"Oh I'm-"

"You're Karleen Coker. I've gotten all your details. How're you doing?" Her voice was soft and calm, urging me to find a friend in her.

"Fine, I guess. Everything just feels unnecessarily awkward though," I laughed nervously.

She clasped her hands. "Yeah, I understand. Nothing is familiar. You feel left out, right?"

I nodded hastily. Finally, someone understood. "Yesssss exactly."

"I used to know that feeling but I had to live on..." She started to say. "It was a fatal accident. Mom and Dad died. I was left alone too with no memories. I was only 10," she smiled, sadly.

I raised a brow and asked the one question my brains screamed. "Did you regain your memories?" I silently wished her answer was yes.

The sad look on her face said it all. "No."