I opened my eyes to a faint light in a dark room. I can barely see anything but a flicker of light. I can hear breathing other than mine. "Who's there?" I rasped in a quiet whisper. "And, who am I, where am I?!" I said more strongly.
"You seem stressed, Ridlee. Why don't you lay down and take a rest." I could hear a faint voice, but I couldn't quite make out the direction it came from. I lay down on a small cot that was sitting near me. I didn't want to do what the voice said but I was too confused to rebel. I grew more and more tired by the second until finally I fell to sleep.
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"Hey, Ridlee. Wake up, I made breakfast." The light was brighter now, and I saw where, or should I say who, the voice came. He was a tall, and slender man, with pale white skin. His eyes as blue as a gray morning sky, and hair like the dark night and speckled with white dots like stars.
"Why am I here? Who are you?" I said with fear, "More importantly who am I?!"
"All will be answered soon" The man replied with a big grin on his face, "but first breakfast!" I looked to a small table in the corner of the room. It was full of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast lots of toast. We sat and ate....together.
I think about how long he is going to keep me here and why I am here."When are you going to answer my questions?" I say with a sorrowful face. All he has told me so far is my name, Ridlee. At least, I think that's my name.
"Fine, I can't keep the truth locked up forever, well I could but.." He started
"Please, Just get on with it." I interrupted.
He continued, "Well Ridlee, I... Uh. I found you alone and you were... Uhm... abandoned by your family because you had... amnesia! Yeah, amnesia... So that's why you can't remember anything." I felt he was telling the truth but there was one thing.
"Wait... I never told you I didn't remember anything..." I stared at him, he looked away and nibbled on some toast.
"You did before, but I doubt you remember..." He shrugged and started to clean up the remaining food. I stared deep into thought, can I trust him? He can't even tell me his name. Well... We will just have to see.
YOU ARE READING
Reality is a dream
Mystery / ThrillerThis is an old story I written a long time ago about me and a friend of mine, hope you enjoy. (this story isn't complete, but I will not be continuing it unless people actually enjoy it)
