"Are you lost?"
A voice inside her head murmered. A voice inside whose head? Who...Who is she? Who am I? What. Am I..? I.. she..
Her eyes fluttered open, her focus just barely coming to. Seeing stained yellow ceiling panels, lining in a conformed pattern. She becomes to come to her senses, feeling a rough, itchy carpet beneath her. She groans, sitting up, holding her curly yellow- blonde hair. Squeezing her eyes shut, she attempts to ease the pressure settling in her brain. She must have hit her head. I mean hell if I know. I dont know who I am.
Slowly, she began to rise to a sit, looking around, still seeing beige, stained doubles. As she observed her surroundings, she noticed a room with computers, cubicles. She was in an office, pretty sure that's what they're called. It's very yellow in here. She focuses her gaze back down, to find a surprise. I gasp, scurrying backwards like a frightened animal. I wasn't sure if they were dead or just unconscious.. but either way, there were four other people, laying unconscious with their arms crossed and their eyes shut tight. She huffed, looking at each one. Each one looked familiar, yet completely alien to her. She moves closer, causious. We're they with her? Or against her? She tilts her head and squints, looking down at another.. person. I'm 50% sure these things had names. It begins with an H..
Each.. again, I know these things were named. Oh well.
The Hs were placed gently in a circle. As if they were left there to sleep. The blonde pants, unnerved. As I approach the other, I begin feeling my anxiety spike. I don't know where I am, who I am. What if they don't either. I take one more scoot closer to the other, reaching my.. hand out closer to them. Before she could even make contact with the other H, their eyes snap open, they sit up in a flash with a yell. Panting, their eyes fast around the room quickly, taking in every last detail of the room.
"GAH!!- QUÉ ES ESTE LUGAR-?? ¿DÓNDE? ¿¿QUIÉN ERES?!" The H with black hair and gently tanned skin says, scurrying back in fear. "Woah- woah hey!" The blonde puts it's- her hands up in shock. The H with black hair pants, fearing this new place. They huff. "You- Blondie.." they say, pointing up at her. "What happened- where are we?? ...did YOU put us here..?? Te juro que he TERMINADO contigo bonita niñas con tu pulidas mansions Y-"
"I didn't put us here!! I don't even know US I don't know who WE are!!" She exclaims. "Well that's probably not a good thing because I have no idea where the hell I am or who you are!!" They exclaim back. "Shoot I was hoping you'd know that part!!" She yells. "I know me too, sorry!" They yell right back."
The two Hs stand at a silent stare off, both scared out of their minds. "Why couldn't I understand you?" She asks. "I dunno.. I feel like you should have.." they reply. The two sit at silence again, her slowly sitting down at the same level as them. They look down at the rest of the Hs. Their eyebrow creases worriedly. "I don't remember who I am either." They say, sounding afraid. "Hm." She acknowledged back. "Or even my name... My mom..." They say, sitting back and laying down on the itchy church carpet, closing their eyes. "We'll find out." She says, in hopes to cheer them up. They only respond in a sigh. They sit up again, their fluffy black hair falling to their shoulders once they do.
They look to the side, seeing the rest of the Hs. One is someone with short blue dyed hair. The other, a girl with a tube top and long straight hair. Then finally, a little girl, her hair done up in coils and tied together in a bow.
They sighed. "D'you think they're waking up anytime soon?" They ask, fidgeting with their fingernails. She sighs, squinting a bit. "I'm not sure.." she says, fiddling with her shirt. "But I know that you and I are lost, neither of us know where we are or.. who we are. We could start with names.." she says, still fiddling with the trim of her shirt. They tilted their head. "But- we don't remember-" they're cut off. "N-no, I mean." She began, before realizing she cut them off. "Sorry.. I meant we should probably find out what we're gonna call each other.." she said, a small anxious smile forming on her face as she did. "you're right.." they began. "I.. don't know why. But.. I wanna call you Blondie. It just feels right." They say, their eyes slowly trailing back up to hers. She slowly smiled, as if her anxiety slowly melted off her. "Blondie... It.. that almost sounds familiar- I..." Blondie clutched her head, trying to recover the fog in her brain. "Well, we're both kind of amnesiacs now.. for all we know we might work here." They said, looking out at the desks and cubicles, it was if they went on for miles.
