I had almost fainted when I felt someone’s presence beside me; they were nudging me as if they wanted me to wake up. I tried to look up at them, but the throbbing pain I felt everywhere made me look down to where I was looking before. They were saying something, but it took me a while to understand what it was.
“Hey, are you okay? Hey, you look like…” Their voice had begun to mumble in my ears.
I felt them come closer to me but I didn’t really know how close they were. I couldn’t do anything when they hugged me; at least I think it was a hug, their voice rung in my ears.
“I can’t believe I’ve found you! I thought we had lost you and we were about to give up…it’s been three years…Thank God…” They sobbed.
It was then that I had fainted when everything had sunk into and inky blackness and I drifted into a comatose state.
I woke up in a bright room with white curtains and a wind chime could be heard but I had no idea to where it was coming from. Everything ached and I felt as though I had slept for a really long time. But this wasn’t the first thing that popped into my head. No, the first thing that entered my mind was that this wasn’t my room and that I was covered in bandages. Sure, the place was peaceful enough but I felt the stress overcome me and nearly faded off again. I decided that I had to be careful because I was dizzy and I couldn’t think properly.
I sure wished that all of this confusion would just clear up. Maybe I was dead and this was heaven or something. I really didn’t know better and anything is better than what I had.
When I heard someone come close to the door, I rolled over onto my side and pretended I was still asleep. I heard a set of unfamiliar voices enter the room.
“She’s still asleep.” One of them said.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?”
“Let’s hope so. God knows what she’s been though. She might not even remember you.”
“Well first, it’s been a long time. Second, several blows to the head often results in amnesia.”
The other person didn’t say anything to this. While I was listening, I thought about who these people were. I think that one of them was a doctor or something and I swear I’ve hear that other guy’s voice before. I think that it was the last thing I’d heard before I’d fainted again.
I wondered why I was here. Obviously that guy had brought me here, but why had he? I had a guess, but I wasn’t too sure on how accurate it was. Before I had gone out cold, he’d said something about finding and it being three long years, so I’d thought that he’d thought that I was a missing person or something. That was all I had, I really didn’t have anything else right now because I was about to drift off to sleep again.
I heard one of them leave and they had said something but I couldn’t hear it. I could strongly feel the presence of that other guy there. Soon, I felt him right next to me. I fought all instinct to flinch when he laid his hand on my face; the warmth overcame my nature to tense up. But what he’d said after he’d done that came as a shock to me.
“The doctor’s gone, so you can ‘wake up’ now.” He said rather sarcastically.
I really couldn’t move that much so I just opened my eyes and looked his direction. He had a rather shocked expression on his face; it was as if he hadn’t expected me to awaken on demand.
He appeared a little blurry at first, but I was able to make a visible image. The guy before me had a darker-toned golden hair color. He seemed to have blue eyes but I wasn’t sure. This person smiled warmly and had a kind emotion about him, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him or not. It seemed that I couldn’t trust people because they always saw me as either a pest or a nuisance. I even remember my mother giving me the look of disapproval, but this was one of the few things that I remembered of her.
I turned my thoughts back to the person who was in the room with me. He stared at me curiously and I glared at him because he hadn’t told me what was going on yet. I wondered if he we even going to tell me, in fact, I was in such doubt that I spoke out first.
“Who’re you?” I asked in an even, yet demanding tone.
My voice was a little shaky because it had been a while since I had talked with anyone. I hoped that he didn’t notice, for that he had better things to be focusing on now. His face showed a shocked expression for a minute there, but he did answer.
“My name is Taylor, remember?” He asked in a hurt voice.
“It’s nice to meet you but I don’t think we’ve met before.” I said plainly. I just hoped that I hadn’t hurt his feelings, but it seemed that he wasn’t convinced.
“Sure we have. And not only that, you and I are great friends you know?”
“No, I don’t. I’ve never seen you before.”
“You must’ve hit your head hard.” He stated.
“Trust me. I don’t forget everything about an important person just by a bump in the head. Surely, I would remember something about them.” I tried.
“Maybe you need some more rest. Is there anything else you want?” He asked kindly.
I sat up and he stared at me in shock again, it was almost as though he had expected me not be strong enough to sit up by myself. I was so much used to the pain now but I was afraid of how hurt I felt emotionally.
“I want some questions answered.” I asked.
“Oh. Alright then. What do want to know?”
“Where am I? And why am I here?”
He gave me a hopeless look, but he answered anyways.
“You’re in a spare bedroom at my house and you’re here because you had gone missing three years ago and…I think you know what happened after that, my love.”
“Wait! Did you say what I thought you said? Do you mean that you…?” My voice trailed off with utter confusion.
“That right, before you went missing, we were together. It wasn’t the same when you were gone and I missed you so much, Brinne.” He smiled at me again.
“My name isn’t Brinne. It’s Jaime.” I said to him.
He still didn’t buy it. He believed that I was his beloved Brinne. I was perfectly honest though, I had never met any of them. The look realization never came to his face, just the look of relief and sometimes I would find humor in there as well.
“I’m sure that you’re a nice person and all, but I swear that I’ve never met you.” I said politely.
“Can you at least stay here a while and try to remember?” He asked.
It felt like he was begging me or something.
I really didn’t want to do this, I felt bad enough because I had already told him the truth. To be honest, I didn’t even think that this Brinne was alive anymore. This city had a dangerous reputation and most families usually gave up after the first few weeks.
“I don’t think I can.” I said sadly.
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because I…” I really didn’t want to tell him and I didn’t want him or anyone to find out about me or the situation I was in. My voice trailed off.
“It’s okay. You can tell me.” He said reassuringly.
“As long as you promise not to tell anyone.” I practically stared him down.
“I promise.” He said.
“Well…the thing is I…am not who you think I am. I appreciate what you are doing and I am sure that this Brinne did too, but I’m just not them and I feel that you really shouldn’t get involved with me. To tell you the truth…I am not doing too well and I don’t think that I even deserve your kindness.” My voice chocked at the end.
He stared at me for a long time and it took him a while before he responded to what I’d said.
“Will you at least stay for a bit?” He pleaded.
“I just don’t know. I really don’t want to risk anything.”
“What is there to risk?” He asked.
“Your safety.” I said plainly.
“I don’t know what you mean but I know that I’ll keep you safe here.” He said.
“I need to get going.” I stammered.
He watched me as I tried to get up, but seemed that I couldn’t. For some reason, everything hurt too much and what didn’t hurt felt numb.
“Oww.” I moaned.
“Take it easy, I’ll take care of you.”
“Alright, but only until I get better.” I said.
“By that time, you won’t want to leave me.” He gave me a smug grin.
I stared at him and he smiled. Soon he looked away as though he were ashamed.
“What was I thinking? I haven’t asked you if you wanted any dinner.”
“It’s alright. I don’t usually have anything anyway.” I said and the pain coursed though me again. He noticed this.
“Are you alright?” He asked worryingly.
“I’m fine.” I responded as I bit my lip.
“You really need to rest. I’ll get you something later, okay?” He asked.
“Alright, thank you.” I smiled.
He looked at me as though no one had ever spoken to him in that way, almost made me feel like he was unappreciated by this Brinne person.
“Your welcome, I guess. I’ll leave you alone to get some rest now.”
I think that he was happier when he left than when he’d come in. I really didn’t feel like sleeping, but the pain had told me otherwise and I soon fell asleep again.