Just us

Chapter 2

I think I slept a little too long, because when I woke up we were already landing.

-You are such good company you know, I truly did not know you could talk so much.

-What the hell are you talknig about? I was...

Wait, what was I doing? I don't remember talking to her, but in the same time I don't remember falling asleep. Looking around I saw that my camera was missing, where could I have left it? It was in front of me when I dozed off , I guess I have maybe put it in my suitcase, but still I remember bring it with me, that is so wird. Turning around I saw Mone tightly holding a bag in her hands, she was hugging it's tightly so I could hardly make up what it is, but when I lookefd closer I saw that it was my camera. I pulled it out of her hands with such force that she almost got out of her seat from the sudden movement I made. The bag had a stain on it.

-I do not appreciate someone taking my stuff like it's theirs, and among all getting it dirty!

-Sorry Jacq, butt did you forget you gave it to me? About a few minutes ago you were fine with me using it, and taking pictures with it, and you were not mad at me for dropping your bag on the floor. I said to you that I am going to clean it after we get to my place.

-Get to your place, sorry you got something wrong, I never consented to that, even if I did I wouldn't. I don't just go left and right with total strangers, I just meet you!

-You are funny Jacq, lets get our stuff and go, my car is just in front of the airport.

I took the cart that was free and loaded my suitcases on it, of course Mone decided to help, I can do it myself, I do everything myself, from cleaning, to cooking to making my own furniture, I am truly self dependent. I have no need for anybody else but myself, isn't that how it's supposed to be? I guess I always felt like I am more than just one person, that I am capable of so much more than just anybody, that one in a million. I always get praised for my work, " your work looks like a whole cast of people made it", yeah, you could say I am pretty good. The only thing I struggle with is my memory loss , that is why I was not that stunned when Mone said that we talked for a while, because this often happens to me. I would work the whole day, eat, walk in the park, talk to my friends and even finish everything I needed around the house, but I could not remember a single thing.

That is why I came to Italy. I found a doctor, or a therapist I guess, that I think can help me with my problem. All of the doctors I visited in France could not help me, they said that they don't know what is wrong with me, but when I read online about this man and what he is capable of, I just knew I had to move here. Among all, I thought there was nothing really wrong with me, I just need to find myself and when I sent the email to Dr. Loris he answered fast and with a reassurance, so I felt like I could trust him.

She stood in front of the car with a big smile showing me to pack my bags into the trunk. She was a redhead, possessing a slim figure, and pale white skin with the darkest green eyes that I feelt could see into my soul. I am a tall guy myself but she seemed almost to be my heigh, but of course, I am much bigger than her bodywise so she looked small compared to me. But I couldn't trust her even tho she is nice to me.

I took my suitcases and started to walk away from her so I could find somewhere to stay. I realy don't trust her one bit, maybe she is super talkative, and she tries to act all cute and innocent, but I don't buy it at all.

Oh my head not again... I leaned against the wall trying to hold my body up, but I couldn't, I was to weak, I just sat down on the floor and put my head between my legs to give it some support, after that I don't remember anything.