Lost In Japan

Seventeen

Camila

Last night seemed like a blur, I couldn't really remember much from last night besides showing up at Barcode.

I fell asleep in the living room on the couch, blankets and pillows were scattered through out the room. A few bottles were on the coffee table, Shawn was no where in sight.

As I got up off the couch I caught a glimpse of my tangled hair in the mirror above the fire place, it hardly looked like the braided bun I put it in last night, there was mascara under my eyes suggesting I was crying last night.

I walked through the kitchen and dining room, still no sign of him. I walked up the stairs walking into my bed room, the bed was still perfectly made besides a pillow that had an imprint of his head.

I checked the other rooms upstairs and he was absolutely nowhere to be found, his suitcase was still in my room,

He left no note not even a message,

What the hell happened last night?

I went into my bathroom and observed myself, the only thing that worried me was the smeared mascara, did I do something?

Did he do something?

I pulled the hair ties out of my tangled hair and slid the dress down my body.

There were some bruises on my arm, five bruises, in the shape of a hand.

Shawn wouldn't do this, I don't think he would.

I took a shower trying to act like everything is fine, it probably was.

I'm just over reacting right?

But what if something really is wrong?

As hard as I tried I still couldn't remember a single thing from last night. I was probably in the shower for 45 minutes, just letting the warm water fall on me. I heard my phone ringing on the counter so I turned the shower off and wrapped myself in a robe.

Its a number I've never seen before so I shrugged it off and ignored it.

Downstairs I decided to make some food, there wasn't much to make so I just made some eggs and made a mental note to go to the store in a bit.

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I walked through the isles of Whole Foods, picking up things I liked and threw them into a cart.

As I was looking at pasta I felt extremely light headed, I used the cart to rest my head for a moment. When the feeling went away I brought my head back up looking back at the pasta before my vision went completely black.

It felt like my head was underwater, I could hear muffled conversations I tried to focus on what they were saying but I couldn't make sense of it. Eventually the voices completely faded away...

I felt way better though, I didn't feel nauseous or light headed, I felt like I could run a marathon or do a million cartwheels.

Everything around me was blue, everything was different shades of blue. The people were all wearing blue, none of them had faces though.

I brought my hands to my face and could feel my nose and lips and eyes and breathed a sigh of relief

"Come with us." Someone said to me, I hesitantly followed walking along a dark blue path.

There wasn't much to this place, there was a defined path, a horizon and a sky, there weren't any clouds or sun. I have no clue where the light was coming from

It felt cold here, I wanted sunlight back I miss the sun.

At the end of the path they led me into a blindingly white room. I had to blink a few times to check if I was seeing this right.... my eyes weren't used to the bright white. I heard slam from behind me and suddenly I was all alone.

The room was like a white box, absolutely nothing besides some photos hanging from string. I looked at them and they were photos of us.

Photos of Shawn and I, all the way from our first night in Japan up until last night.

I don't recall some of the photos from last night being taken.

The only reason I knew it was from last night was because the dress I was wearing in the pictures. I've only ever worn that dress once.

In one photo I'm kissing his cheek, in another my arms are draped around his neck,

I had a smile on my face until I reached one photo.

It was just me, a portrait. You could see faint bruises on my arm. I looked down to my arm and they were gone.

What? how? I know for a fact that I saw them.

I sat on the floor with my head on my knees, I didn't want to finish looking at the pictures they'd just upset me.

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