✟Dark Fables✟

❖Disorient❖

"Honey, I'm home!" A man stretches his arms, walking in to their house, loosen his tie and put his bag on the side "Sorry I was late, I had too much fun at the party Bart arranged earlier at work I didn't even noticed I drank a lot" he continued as he put his coat on the racket and took his shoes off, walking towards the living room, sitting at the couch, relaxing himself by putting his feet on the coffee table "Anyways. You gotta meet his wife, Laura, she knows a lot about knitting and stuffs." he chuckled.

He then noticed that there was nothing but silence around the house. "Honey? Felicia?" He looked around the kitchen, the hallway, nothing. 'That's weird..' he thought. "She's probably asleep.." he told himself as he walked towards their bedroom and opened the door

nothing. there was no sign of her.

'something's wrong' he then checked their stuffs and there was no sign of her belongings either, 'Did she.. left me?..' he thought, 'what did i do wrong?' He ran towards the police station late at night.

"Sir, I understand your concern. we'll make sure to find your wife as soon as possible. Do you have her picture?" The policeman said.

He looked down "I don't have any pictures of her.. It's like she took everything or someone took everything" He said, the policeman then gave a quizzical look and sighed "Sir, do you at least remember what she last wore? what she looked like?" the man asked him again

until..

THUD

He fell to the ground, holding his head while gripping his hair "what the?.. Why.. why can't I remember her face?.." He muttered, unable to even picture the face of his own wife "Sir? are you alright?! Harris, quick! call the ambulance!" Everything went blank and he felt deaf.

'Felicia.. Fel.. what the.. Why.. can't I remember my wife's name?.. Do I even.. have a wife?..'
"Is he going to be alright, Doc?" A soft voice of a woman asked the doctor.
"He'll be fine, He just needs some rest" The doctor said. The man then woke up, his eyes went clear as he looked at the woman in front of him.

"Felicia..?" he asked the woman in a blue dress shook her head "Brother.. It's me, your sister, Charity" she spoke as he frowned and looked away "where's my wife?.." he asked as she went quiet and looked at him worriedly "Brother.. You never had a wife.. Felicia.. that's the name of the woman you ran over.. after getting drunk on the ride home.." her voice cracked as if she was about to cry

"No.. Felicia was my wife!" he exclaimed. He was strapped in a white suit unable to move his hands. "He was someone else's wife..!" She shouted back "the doctor said you had a trauma.. that your memory got mixed up from someone else's.." Charity explained

The man was stunned, unable to speak, it was a lot to take in.. He couldn't remember who he was until.. He remembered the time he was driving a truck, drunk. A woman named Felicia was crossing the road until her husband called out to her.

She stopped to see her husband coming after her, but before she could even notice.. She was sent flying far from the distance and got her neck snapped after hitting onto the ground, head first. "Then.. where is the husband..?" The man asked, again his sister went silent. and looked at him

"Because.. You killed him too.."