BEN Drowned | Hopes And Dreams

Chapter II

After a few days, possibly two, the doctors released me from captivity in their health institution. They advised me with a couple of things-to which I paid no absolute attention to-and told me to get plenty of rest(to which I am more than willing to do!).

They, however, told me that my current memory loss may or may not be temporary. But either way, I shouldn't try to force myself to remember anything. Advising me to let things 'flow' their own way. To which, I plan on doing.

I strode the busy streets of whatever place this is, wearing the clothes I wore from the day I woke up in the hospital. Only, they did the honor of cleaning it for me. Stitching, not much. But it gives off a style of edginess(hehehe..).

Sighing, I let my mind wander in its own. I really wanted to remember whatever happened that got me in there. But I just couldn't. I feel like I'm acting like a completely different person. But it could just be the pills the hospital forced me to take.

My feet stopped on its own as my eyes were stuck on a specific alleyway. There were police tapes stuck at the entrance of it. Preventing anyone from going through.

"Heard what happened there, pretty gruesome." My head jerked towards the voice that spoke beside me. It was a man with dirty blonde hair and bright sky blue eyes.

"What happened?" I asked him unconsciously, keeping my eyes at the alleyway before us. "You don't know?" He asked, his tone surprised. My attention went to the stranger beside me. Everything about him seemed very familiar.

"What do you mean by that?" His eyes went frantic for a moment, but he regained his posture. "Well, it's the talk of the town lately. Were you living under a rock or something?" He joked and I deadpanned with the words; "I was stuck in the hospital for weeks. They gave me freedom just now."

He nodded at the information I gave him and provided me with nothing else. "You on your way home?" I nodded but stopped mid-nod. "Have we met? You seem extremely familiar. And I mean extremely."

Silence loomed over the both of us, and neither one of us said anything. I took this as a signal to keep on walking. But to my surprise, he followed. "Uhm, sir?"

"It's Ben." He suddenly answered, holding out a hand, sharing with me a genuine smile. "Just in case you wouldn't talk to strangers." He shrugged and I couldn't help but smile and shook it. "Asriel." I told him and he gave me an amused smirk, "Just in case yo mama don't want you talkin' to crackheads."

His expression shifted into a worried one, "Are you a-"

I stifled a hearty laugh and shook my head, finally regaining my posture and demeanor before flashing him a kind smile I am most familiar with. "Of course not. I just like acting like one. Especially in this part of town." I admitted, "You'll never know who you could actually trust. So I'd watch my behind if I were you." I whispered, giving him a sly wink before walking ahead of him.

He was quick to return to my side with a lightly tinted cheeks. "So," he cleared his throat and tried again after his voice cracked, "So, why are you here?"

"Don't really remember. I don't even know why I'm in that hospital." I grumbled and I noticed that he had this nervous behavior emitting from deep within his guts. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Don't you think you're the girl that, uhm, nearly got raped?" I stopped in my tracks and thought about it. "Could be right." I murmured but remained silent as the thought danced around my mind. I continued walking, and he followed me in silence.

I wasn't mad or anything. But if I was the girl, it'd be understandable as to why I couldn't remember. This bruises and wounds that I've got . . . that theory alone could be a really good explanation.