Blacked Out (Completed) Book 1

Walking Away is Easy ✔️

With her massive headache, Nancy woke up from a bad dream, again she can't remember anymore. Her whole body was still shaking, she felt dizzy too. Fear was rushing through her veins making them burn. The nightmare just felt so real for her, like a never-ending nightmare.

"Didn't sleep well I guess. Am I right, Mrs. Dark?", the familiar voice gave the statement.

Doing a little jump of it because it came out of nowhere and then she looked to her right. The detective sat on the old armchair, circling his thumbs, and then stopped as he noticed her watching him. It was a relief for him because he thought she wouldn't look at him anymore after everything that happened to her.

"I got your medicine from the hospital and a glass of water for you.", he said and handed her the cup with the different pills after he fumbled in his jacket searching for them. Sipping them down all at once with the water, he took the glass from her hand and said: "Are you okay? If you don't feel so good I can go to the police department first and come home in the afternoon to look after you."

Nancy just remained silent, not knowing if she wanted to be alone for a short while or if she wanted to know what the hell happened to her. She was stuck in a freaking dilemma of those decisions.

"You ain't the talking kind of girl, huh?", he asked with a little smile forming his lips. Danny knew how victims acted after a crime but she was different.

Nancy always thought detectives are cold as a character but he was different. He's emphatic and caring. She wasn't sure if he's always like that or just because of her. No matter what, it felt nice having someone around who cares and Danny wanted to make it most comfortable for her.

"Well, honestly, I don't know if I'm an introvert or an extrovert. All I remember is, that my name is Nancy Dark and I'm twenty fucking four years old.", her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, a lump growing in her throat and tears stung in her eyes.

She was really mad at herself that she couldn't remember anything. She tried her best but nothing popped up in her mind. It's a heavy burden. It's like you get buried alive and you can't breathe or see the sunlight through the dirt. Her mind was just an empty rotten box. For her, it was hard not to remember a thing but it felt like nothing good happened.

"What's wrong with me?", she asked him, her question sounded more like an anxious demand.

She couldn't stop herself from holding back the tears. She started to cry. Danny shifted in his seat, not quite sure what to do actually. He got up, soothing her, and sat next to her, holding her in his muscled arms softly. The detective who always could help felt now helpless. After she calmed down, he let go and they sat both upright.

"The doctors diagnosed a light concussion and you might have transitional amnesia. That explains your memory loss.", he spoke up and she let that sink in first. He was unsure first if that was a good idea to tell her.

"Shall I continue or go?", he then questioned as he would know that she's not quite comfortable with all of this bullshit.

As would he know that she might want to be alone first, so she could relax for some hours and think about her empty past. As he'd know that she's not doing well at all with all those things that have happened and she can't remember. She tried her best but nothing happened.

"Your duty calls detective. I am doing fine and I will wait for my answers.", Nancy said with an unsure voice as his phone ringed. He got up from the bed and gave her a shy nod. He knew he had to go or the department will figure something out. But he didn't want to let her all alone.

"You know where you can find my number.", he said, she nodded her head and he continued:
"Good, because we want you to stay safe, please stay in the house. If you need to get fresh air, go out to this balcony. "
He pointed to the balcony door behind the grey curtains.
"I remember how you wanted to smoke a cigarette at the hospital. So I assumed girls like you smoke Marlboro."
He handed me two packs of Marlboro Gold along with the black lighter.
"I gotta go now. I should get back before dinner. I can bring some Chinese food. If you need anything else just give me a call. Goodbye,  Mrs. Dark."