The One

Down the Rabbit Hole

Hi, sorry for the late update. This is a passage. The real fun begins with the next chapter.

Story Continues

Wayne's POV

As I came down the stairs, finally as I kept staring at the decor, the first thing that I noticed was the pretty brunette who stood by the table. Probably, waiting for me. She smiled and my unease went down. I felt relaxed and my nerves calmed. Don't ask why, but I felt as if I have known her. Even though I couldn't remember her at all yet, there was something that called me to her. I couldn't tear my eyes off her. She wasn't that pretty, her features were quite plain, but her eyes were mesmerizing. A deep, Brown or brownish-black, twinkling like the sky. I felt enchanted.

I probably lost myself in staring, because the next thing I heard was her laughter. Deep, mirthful, and calming, like a brook falling on the ground. But, as my mind caught up with my senses again, I realized that though I could hear her laugh her lips were still just smiling, they were not moving. I mean, those lips were closed, no giggle or chuckle coming from, yet I could still hear her laugh.

My disbelief must have been reflected in my face as she said, or I thought she said, to me -
" I see. You have noticed finally. Please sit down, would you like to have some breakfast?"

I couldn't answer. My mind felt blank. Her lips were not moving, I pinched my self, but I wasn't dreaming. I heard her, without her speaking a word. I shook my head, attempting to break the haze, but all I felt was dizzier.

A cold touch on my wrist startled me, her words once again rang in my head -
" it's ok. You are not dreaming. I did spoke to you without moving my lips. Sit down, please. I promise to explain everything. "

With that, she pulled me to a seat and after settling me down, she brought me a glass of juice.
" Here, drink it. You must be feeling hungry. Have this first and then we will see about breakfast."

As she pushed the glass in my hand, I wanted to say no, but there was this look in her eyes telling me that denial would be wrong. So, I took a tentative sip and put the glass down.

Mixed fruit, my favorite, neither too sweet nor too plain. Just perfect.

The taste made me realize how hungry I felt, I wanted to finish the glass, but my remaining reason held me back.
I still didn't know anything about her, or where I am or what happened? My mind nagged at me to remember something, but I just couldn't concentrate yet. I shook myself again, but it did me no favor.

The sound of the chair made me look up, only to see her sitting down in front of me.

She gave me a comforting look, or perhaps tried to pacify me with that look. It just felt like a pitying one, I would have snapped only to listen her say-
" So, you ...how do you feel? is there still dizziness? "

I looked at her, I could still hear her speak to me but her lips.
"Let us talk about it later, I will explain why it is like this. Now, what do you remember? Do you recall anything? What happened? Where you were and with whom? Do you still feel pain somewhere?"

Her words felt like a blur to me. I felt strange, I wanted to answer, but I didn't know where to begin. At the same time, I wanted to ask so many questions - "Who is she? Where am I ? Why am I here? Why did she ask me all those questions? "

But I couldn't utter a single word.
I felt overwhelming nervousness, all the while I felt like my brain was nudging at me. Pushing me to remember something. Something crucial. But I just couldn't focus.
Perhaps I fell into a trance and I came back to myself when I heard her sigh. Or perhaps I felt it. After all, I didn't saw her lips moving  and so, I couldn't tell her anything.