Bloom

Brave

What is happening? I opened my eyes to look around and take in my surroundings. The first thing that came to view is a white heavy textured ceiling. Mentally groaning I roll over and place my bare feet on lush carpet that is unfamiliar to them. Standing up I look around at the rest of the room. Neutral tones with simple furniture surround a bed placed in the middle of the room. I want to look out a window to see if I know where I am, but none are to be found. I walk to the mirror on the dresser and stare at my face. Light blue eyes stare back at me. Now that I am more aware and the fog of just waking up is lifting, I realize I don't even know who I am. Analyzing the facts I put together what I know or rather, what I don't know, in a mental list.

1.       Who am I?

2.       Where am I and why?

Looking into the mirror again I examine my familiar features. High cheek bones, long waist length raven black hair. Sun-kissed skin. As for who I am? I have no clue. Thinking hard I try to recall some memory of how I got here. More questions stream through my head.

1. What caused my memory loss?
2. Who brought me here?
3. How do I return to a life that I know nothing about?

What I do know is; I'm going to find out. My feet pad against the carpet as I turn in a circle to find a way out of this room and find who I am.

My heart is pounding I know that this needs to be done. I had to walk out this tall sturdy wood door and face my fate.

So, I let my hand reach out and take the door knob, whisper to myself "Well, here comes a little courage mixed with curiosity. I'm going to meet my keepers."

Pushing the door open and hearing the soft click, I peak through the illuminated crack. Surveying the sights I notice I'm at the very end of a long hallway. With doors all around. For a moment, I want to search each door to see what I can find out.

Holding my breath and closing my eyes, I listen for any sign that someone might be near by. A small voice in the back of my head states it's safe. Closing my eyes and letting my senses take over I let my hand reach out and open the door the rest of the way.

I take my first steps down a grand hallway, decorated for a king. My hungry eyes eat up the high walls thick with texture and beige paint. Drinking in the portraits of beautiful people, both men and women all dressed differently.

One hanging caught my eye in particular, a woman with perfect dark curls framing a chin that had a  photogenic curve. Decorating her neck was a silver chain, that held a pendant nestled in her cleavage, the design hidden in the swell of her breast. Her eyes just really sucked you right in the picture. Cool and blue-grey, as if they were straight from the ocean when the light is just leaving.

Wanting to take the time to look at the rest of the decor I start to move slowly, taking everything in face, by face. That small voice told me I should probably keep moving and find out why I am here.

While I push on, I start to hear clanking and voices. A smell hits me that makes a loud very unbecoming noise come from my stomach. Taking in the huge french doors engraved with some sort of crest in front of me, I close my eyes and take another deep breath.

The little voice shoots ants down my spine as I inch down the hall. The tingly ants turn to a feeling of crickets crawling up and down my back. Then with the worst timing ever my stomach makes that god awful sound again.

All of the sudden the clanking and voices from behind the doors lulls, and I am un-able to make out the conversation. When the voices come to a complete stop, I feel as though my heart does too.

The voice in my head tells me to run, as if I already know someone is coming for me through the doors.

While I'm having an internal argument with that voice, telling her, "shut up, I have to find out what is going on!"

I hear foot steps start in my direction. Frozen to the ground as if I were shot by a blast of ice, I just stood there. Arguing with a voice in my head instead of taking action.

A man walks around the corner and runs his eyes over me. Now a fire cracker wells up inside of me, a feeling I'm sure my body has never felt before. Fear still sitting in the pit of my stomach, I feel as if I'm going to explode! Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and closing my eyes I try to relax. As I feel the energy release out of me, I hear a loud noise and let my eyes snap open. The guy is bent over, clutching one of his arms that is dripping blood and one of the pictures from the wall is laying on the floor. The frame in pieces all around him.

A slur of question vomit falls from my mouth as I try to process that is happening, "oh God! What just happened? Who are you? Why am I here? What did you do to me? Are you ok?"

Man, this guy is huge! Sizing him up I would guess he was 200 pounds, over 6 feet tall, and if I knew who my best friend was, I would tell them he is a tower of muscle and charisma and I haven't even heard him talk. He stands there staring at me with grey eyes blonde hair and a smirk on his face.

"Hello Simmeron, we weren't expecting you to be awake yet, I suppose you have some questions for me." His voice came out smooth but a bit gravely similar to the feel of a shot of whiskey. I tried to study his face more before I responded, but what I saw was something like a slow-motion video of a wall, then wall meets ceiling, and that voice that feels like whiskey saying," Oh Shit." And then nothing.