May I ? Shall We?

Where will I find you?

He left me, all alone.

Normally the scene changed every second, but why isn't it not changing this time? It's been 4 months already, and he hasn't returned. I wonder where is he, if he's fine?

Why am I worrying about him when I am the one lonely in this unknown world?

These four months were like the pain in my chest, it feels as if I have everything, but am still empty from within.

"Oh and the pain!? It's always there, when he's not around?"

Recalling the day he had left me, all deserted and lonely, the pain comes back. It's as if someone had punched me in my abdomen, strangling me, where I am bearly being able to breathe.

"Can I ask you one question, just one, how do you still remember me?" I asked.

He looked at me blankly and left me there without any answers. Why did I feel in despair on the departure of a stranger?

My feet gave away, I couldn't feel them anymore. The pain was back, clouding all my thoughts. My blurry vision wasn't letting me think straight.

I stumbled upon the pebbles and the ditches. He was the only one who had the answers, but here I was trapped.

I had followed him to the forest, thinking he had gone that way, and clearly I didn't find him. The path wasn't safe to be precise, but still,  I took the risk to go and search for him.

Trying to follow the path he might have taken. But still there wasn't anyone!?

"Had I lost him forever?"

When I was trying to find him I had entered a very dark alley, which gave all the eery vibes. "I wasn't supposed to feel this way?"

While I was searching for you, for him, I had felt a pair of eyes on my back. Someone was secretly following me. I started brisk walking, but the more speedily I tried walking, the slower it seemed. And that's when I heard footsteps speeding towards me.

And to top it all there was my anxiety kicking in. The pain, the tears,  feet becoming numb, inability to think straight, all found their way.

"Oh no no no not now! I have to save myself."

I could hear despair in my Ira's voice quite evidently. Ira is the name of my mental state of mind, I gave it a name when I was really young.

"Wait I remember something from the past, when clearly I remembered I wasn't able to remember anything?"

I tripped over a wooden board, and that's when I realised, I might never be able to find my answers. My foot was stuck in the board. I desperately attempted to free my foot, and the more I tried the more it got trapped.

My mind had given up and I lost the touch to reality, slowly drifting to the world of unconsciousness.

The next thing I remembered was, I was in my room, in my bed sleeping peacefully.

"Who had saved me? Who was he/she? Will I be able to find that person?"

Now, here I am still the same without any answers. Notwithstanding the fact that this world was weird, it still felt like home. I didn't even know my name?

The door bell rang, "ding-dong"

"Is it him? Has he finally decided to come back?" I will show him all the tantrums, I wouldn't be easy this time.