The Unforgettable

Identity

Wren escorted me through the corridors wittering, mostly to himself - his dimple flashing dramatically; enlightening his non-stop enthusiasm about how I was assigned to one of the most valuable rooms in the palace.

And. I. Couldn't. Care. Less.

At least not now anyway.
I'd had it.

It was 'allegedly' around one o'clock in the morning in wherever this damn place was.

What a pointless meeting.

No MEANINGFUL explanations were given THE LEAST BIT.
As if I was being played a fool.

Subconsciously my focus moved away from Wren and I buried myself in thoughts.
Who did that Ace think he was?
Yes, I admit.
I was emotionally broken.
But not THAT broken.
I could obviously take whatever reason why I was being locked up in this place.

They would be stupid to think that a 17 year old girl - with a somewhat brain, would be held hostage by COMPLETE strangers and not do anything about it.
Trusting them with my life from 'people' they wouldn't even TELL me about.

My arse.
I needed to escape.

My attention lingered back at Wren who persistently dwelled on how elaborate and respectable my room was going to look when I saw it, alongside the fact that the people in charge- aka Ace and his men, were placing Peciphlopia's top quality guards near my room and building.

He then managed to come across on how a lovely maid was assigned to assist me during my stay.

I wanted to go on full blast rejection for the suggestive maid, but I pushed that aside. It wasn't exactly on the top of my priority list right now.

My legs felt like they were going to collapse of haggardness.
However I pulled every restraint to ignore it.

I needed to get information from Wren.

But everything went out of focus the moment I was snapped into reality.

Wrens bold brown eyes were wide on mine.
"Bell?"
He just stared at me.
That ridiculous smirk on his face again.
"Dreaming about me again huh?"

I pulled a face out of pure horror, not bothering to hide it.

That swollen-head of his needed to be popped before I'd decided to do it myself.

"HA I would not bet on it"I spoke evenly.

He put his hands up in the air theatrically in defence.

Not over the top at all.

He looked at me in shock - eyes practically popping out.

"Wow" he paused. "look who's all confident now" he eyed me up and down, inevitably making me rather uncomfortable.
"Nothing like the girl we encountered before" he analysed matter-of-fact-ly.

But this time, my face GRIMACED in disgust.
"I'd just woken up from a coma, now WHAT exactly did you expect?" I spat.

He grinned.
"Oh yeah, about that- you collapsing, bit dramatic don't you think?"
He bursted into fits of laughter at the 'memory'.

"It was a panic attack" I scowled. "And it's everything BUT a laughing stock."

He stopped laughing instantly and then looked at me.
And for a split second I felt almost guilty for the outburst and was about to apologise- UntilI clocked on the constipated look on his face as he suppressed his laughter; failing miserably.

"I've always had my severe panic attacks since I was a little kid, during the times when I ended up in overwhelming situations."
I paused.
"And THAT was one of them" I explained, trying to keep calm.