"Alice?" Someone says something I can't quite hear. "Alice?" It's clearer now but it still feels like my ears are filled with water. "Come on please! Alice!" Something about the intensity and urgency of the last few words maker jerk back to reality. My eyes flicker and a strong antiseptic smell stings my nose. There is a man standing over me watching intently, waiting for me to wake up. His skin was a soft honey colour, with deep chocolate brown eyes, a strong chiseled jawline and cheek bones that brought his whole face together in a gentle kind of beauty I try to raise my head but it feels as if it has been filled with rocks, my mind fuzzy. My brain rattles about in my skull as my head thuds back down on the pillow. "Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy. You've been through a lot." I give him a puzzled stare, "What are you talking about?" I demand.
"Oh. You don't remember it, do you?" The more I thought about it, I couldn't remember anything. I shoot him a frustrated look. "Who even are you?!" His face falls as if it was about to hit the floor and shatter into a million pieces. "You don't remember me." He whispers more to himself then to me so quiet it almost can't hear him but I'm sure that's what he said. I raise my eyebrows in annoyance and wrench my head up. Black.
