The Forgotten Ones

Tainted Dreams

Song: Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic 

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Willa

I was mad. I can say that. Alexander didn't help at all at helping me figure out what was happening nor why he was so into my life. It just didn't make sense. Getting home though, I didn't tell my parents where I was. I told them that I was just going out to get coffee which wasn't a complete lie. I just didn't tell them I saw Alexander. I know they aren't okay with me hanging out with Alexander alone. I had to see Alexander though. Getting him number though wasn't easy. I had to ask my mom for her phone because I know she has his number. I had to come up for a reason to get her phone though, saying some lame excuse about how my phone was a bit laggy. She had looked at me weird but then shrugged it off. I then had to copy and send Alexander's phone number to me, then deleting the message just so my mom wouldn't see that I sent his number to my phone. I also had to make sure that my mom wasn't looking over my shoulder the whole time. 

I also didn't expect Alexander to answer either or even meet. I know that his business is getting busy, seeing on the news about this big company losing a lot of their partnership which gives Alexander more opportunities to steal those partners. But talking with Alexander did make me realize that my health is pretty important. And if I really want to know all this unknown information, I have to start gaining it. So I have been doing my best doing that. I mean, if no one else is going to help me remember, then I will just have to remember. I have been doing a lot of research on memory recovery but most of them are just go back to things started or to just start repeating and writing things until something pops up. But I don't know where things started since I woke up at a hospital and I don't know what to write nor say. I've been sitting in my room for so long, trying to jog my memory and going through the photos that Alexander gave me. All I can get are just... feelings. I can only get a feeling of things. Just like at the hospital with Alexander and just like at the coffee shop. I had felt some sadness, not over Alexander not telling me anything, but when he mentioned this girl's name Jessica who I was rooming with. Or did room with. The way Alexander described her just overwhelmed me with sadness because I wanted to remember her but I just couldn't but I could just feel something bubbling in me, wanting to just remember. But I can't. 

I stared at the ceiling above me, lying flat on my back on my bed. How can it be this impossible? I feel like it's one of those cliche movies where someone just loses their memory and there's just this bigger picture that can't be remembered and it's just so important. I don't know if Alexander is that key that I need to remember but I also don't know who else that is important to me that could give me all the facts. I just feel like I am going crazy. Things just aren't the same and it is driving me nuts that I just can't remember. How can I not remember a rich CEO? But there is a bigger question to everything. It's as to why Alexander, a rich CEO, is in my life and why I am a "big deal" to him. It just doesn't seem normal. Looking at my life, it doesn't seem normal for someone like me to know someone like him. Where would even meet either way? As I was thinking about him my eyes slowly got heavier and my body grew tired. Before I knew it, I fell into the deep darkness. 

I stared at him. God, he looked handsome. He smiled at me while we laid there, looking at each other. "You know, you're so beautiful." He said. My smile deepened, feeling my chest dip. It was dark out but the room was lit up by the moonlight. It made him look so handsome. I can't tell if I like him more in the moonlight or more in the sunlight. "What are you thinking about?" He asks. I shake my head, feeling silly for thinking that. "Nothing," I said, one of my hands in his hair, messing with his soft hair that always smells so good. "Willa, I hope you know how I feel towards you." I shook my head. "You're talking crazy," I tell him. This all felt so familiar. He then gets up and started to go towards a dresser across the room. I looked around the room, finding myself not being to remember anything about this room. Where the hell am I? I then looked at the man. He looked so familiar. But who is he? "Willa, what are you staring at?" He asks, turning around and leaning against the dresser, looking at me with a curious look. I sat up, not knowing what question to ask since I had so many. "Where am I?" I ask. He chuckles. "I don't know. Where are you?" I thought for a moment. "I don't know. Am I home?" It was a silly question to ask but I had to ask it. "Your home is your home. That's only for you to decide." I only became more confused by this. "Who are you?" I asked. He laughs, walking towards me, now leaning towards me with his hands on the bed, just leaning closer to me. 

"The better questions is who are YOU?" My eyebrows rose up and I became thinking about it more. Looking around the room, it did feel so familiar yet I couldn't pinpoint it. I looked at the strange man in front of me also, finally realizing it's Alexander. Why the hell is he here? I looked down at my hands, looking at how tan it has become. My nails were also clean and painted. I looked back up at Alexander then realizing what he had said to me and what we were just doing. "What are we?" This time, he just smiled, leaning back and just staring at me. This doesn't make sense. Why are we here? I then glanced next to me at the nightstand and then saw in a photo frame me and him together, smiling. That makes no sense. None of this makes sense. Why am I here? Alexander just continued to stare at me. The sun began to rise, becoming brighter and brighter in the room. At some point, it became so bright, I could no longer see the room itself. 

My eyes snapped open and I looked around, finding myself in my own room. Sitting up, I looked around for Alexander but I didn't see him. I sighed in relief, glad that I am no longer being stared down by him or surrounded in a strange environment. The window then showed off the darkness from outside, my lamp on my desk now lighting up the room. I looked over at my nightstand, no longer seeing a photo frame of me and Alexander together. Instead, there was a just my alarm clock and a few of my things thrown on there. I was able to now know that I am awake and that Alexander isn't here. I then got up from my bed, stretching out my limbs before walking towards my desk where my phone was at. No calls or texts. I didn't know if I ever had anyone text me or call me just because. But I know that I used to have people text me before everything that happened when I did live with my parents before. Now, it seems like I am more alone than ever. I haven't talked to anyone ever since I have been back beside my parents. It is still a bit new to me when it comes to communicating with others. I haven't been able to do much now with all the boredom. 

But this dream. The dream. Why would Alexander be in? And what the hell is the picture all about? It just doesn't make any sense. Maybe that is the reason Alexander can't talk to me. Because maybe he is more involved than what is told. It makes sense. If he and I were somehow together in some way, it could make things more difficult to remember. Plus it makes sense with my parents also. They aren't fond of him for a reason. But if he and I were close, wouldn't he want me to know. Of course, though, my brain will be overwhelmed or else it will probably make it worse. So I guess I am just stuck with not remembering and still stuck with trying to remember. 

Sorry, this update was short. Stress has been really frying my brain.