Amnesia

Chapter 6

"Hello?"

Just hearing Jun set me at a sort of ease. His voice was slightly rough, and strained like he was tired.

"Ermmm....hi...it's minghao..if you remember me?"

"Oh yeah, the cute cop"

I blushed. (Lmao w h i p p e d)

"Yeah"

"What's up?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to come off as weak. Or that I couldn't fend for myself. But the thought of spending any longer in this deathly silent apartment alone completely freaked me out. He could judge me all he wanted, I couldn't care less.

"I-I'm at my apartment right now..but it's just...I don't..."

"You want me to come over?" I could hear the smile without having to see his face. He didn't sound like he was making fun of me though. He sound...happy.

"If you're not busy..."

"I'm just finishing my shift at the hospital, I'll be like half an hour. While you're waiting, have a look around your apartment. You know the smallest detail can cause memory recovery. I'll be as fast as I can."

"Okay, bye.."

I decided to take his advice. Anything was better than sitting on the sofa in silence. Besides curiosity bubbled inside me. I was desperate to scour every inch of this place, try to connect the dots as much as possible.

I wandered back into the hall. There were two doors opposite me. I felt an invisible force drawing me to the one on the left, even though they were identical. Reluctantly, I reached for the door handle of the right hand door. It lead to a small kitchen and dining area. Whitewashed walls, pine wood table and chairs, a washing machine...there was nothing unique about it. It was basic as a hotel room. Disappointed I headed to the other door. I had a gut feeling this room would be different.

But...opening the door revealed more white walls and minimal furniture. This time a double bed and a closet. It felt like I had been trying to be inconspicuous as possible. There were two doors at the back of the room. I moved to one of them, almost instinctively. I hesitated, hand on the door knob. You wanted answers, this is how you're going to get them, I told myself. Slowly, creaking, I pushed the door opened and stepped into the room.

I gasped. It was a small box room, same shape and size as the previous rooms. But that was were the similarities ended.

The walls were splattered in paint, a kaleidoscope of rainbow colours dried mid trickle down the walls. The floor was covered in a faded white sheet, paint trays scattered across it. Bright blocks of colour caught my eye here and there, propped against easels. But, it was the ceiling that made my heart stop. A galaxy had been painted on it. I craned my neck upwards, feeling like I was staring into the depths of space. It was..beautiful. Spiralling colours danced between painted planets, so vivid they seemed to be flowing. Deep blues and purples: space isn't just a dark abyss. Stars of white acrylic paint glistened in the light filtering in from the doorway. I could have stared at it for hours, it was an entire universe captured on a ceiling. A feeling of being at home enveloped me. I belonged here. I wandered over to one of the easels. The canvas on it depicted a half finished sea scape. Gently, I dragged my fingers across it, loving the roughness of the dried acrylic. Fragments of memories flashed through my mind: laughter with someone as we splattered neon colours across white walls. Ignoring my need to stay in this sanctuary from the outside world, I went back into the bedroom, plunging the art studio back into darkness.

The other door led to an on suite bathroom. It had blue tiles and a shower in the corner but what caught my eye was a mirror hanging over the sink. I stared at the man who gazed back from it. He had a black, messy mullet and several bruises on his pale face. A long red line ran across his cheekbone. He had dark brown eyes under his slightly furrowed brows. To be honest I felt pretty bad for that guy. He wasn't looking great.